So here’s a thought. . . .

Is it okay to just be or is it a cop-out? What happens in life when everything you know isn’t anything you knew?

I’m there.

I’ve been fooled by myself. I’ve been fooled by Him. I’ve been fooled. And it hurts so much.

So i find myself in a new state.

I’ve been offered . . . Paris for a hundred a month or an 18 year old. I’m 35. He’s 18.

I’m drunk, high, and arguing with myself.

I’m always alone. It’s at 35 I find the 18 year old is the only one that makes me feel alive, free, and with a friend.

You’re my best friend. Don’t go. But LEAVE ME ALONE, Never go.

STAY….STAY….LEAVE!!!!....BUT STAY.

What does it mean to be….to BE.

So that’s the arguement. What does it mean to be. Does he have the answer. Do I? Or do we?

I love it. But I don’t want to live it.