So? So!

So many people, so much time. Learning love and quietly conquering the world one hug at a time drives me closer to that pacific hill, windswept, beside a catfish fat pond idly basking in soft, warm sunshine. A loud relationship with demons taught me to always run toward sunshine and manufacture it prodigiously on rainy, dazed afternoons. Why in the heck did the little me hesitate? Too small, too selfish, too wasted, too well-informed about the coolness in nothingness, and far too clever in self-deception manuevers at midnight could be the reason slash s. Just plain stupid capital s. Someone once said something cool about a new day and a blank computer screen but the order of the words escape. Twisting wildly back toward the world and my new smiledom, learns another example in grace with a border stitched tight with fun. Glance frequently sunward and just keep running baby. Just keep running.