What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.

Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.

Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)