I hope I don't build myself up so high that I'm just asking for a crash. But here's it. Here. It. Is. It's like being a room with your childhood bestfriend who you haven't seen in ages and suddenly realize you're totally in love with. It's like not understanding the numbers, or the words, or anything that's written, but seeing the picture and it's colors. And it's like having no idea where your next foot is going to land but being totally happy with the position of the foot that remains on the ground. Which is ready to pick up, fly forward, and land again, in a place that I don't know of, but am grateful for. I only have high hopes and shooting stars. Oh and thank god for our own magical imaginary world that we have created. We can play here and be untouched because everything's different in the sky.