Coming off a drunk at half past 3
Bear with me please, I'm still off line and making due posting this by phone. I'm feeling a bit philosophical, and moving from lit like a goram Christmas tree, to a possible hangover. I'm dreaming of what could be, what can't be, and who I am, who I could be, and who some people make of wish I was. As usual, the likely hood I'm talking out my ass is high. Some people make me want to be a better me, or at least a more direct and honest me. For now I'm both content and a malcontent. Everything and nothing. I am yin and yang and the division of the two. I am for a moment at peace with the chaos of me, for it makes me, me.