Don't worry about things-They've already worried enough about you.

I don't want anyone to see me.

But I kind of want them to see me.

I don't want anyone to hear me.

But I sort of want everyone to hear me.

I'm singing in the rain again: I have ceased to fear.

If you understand much about marine biology, or any biology, or grocery shopping-

When they get rid of something that we all relied on - Something else will come along that fills the void until the expected better option replaces it. Except it rarely does.

I have a buddha laugh bubbling up inside right now. It's proving to be a bit ridiculous. I am a believer in positivity. It's productive, it's supportive, and it's novel. apparently. I just want to tell them all. I just want to let them know. Let them in on the secret. We will open the old rusty latch and brush away the ivy to find the handle to an ancient, musty wooden door. The wall will inhale/exhale with the unexpected breach. Like a surprise glance from the exit of an airplane terminal.library.CVS parking lot. But there you will be, closing the door behind you, with the relapse and the darkness and plenty of cigarettes several inches behind a whistling forever. a stifling never of locks and bit-off nails.

for now.