I wonder where you are and with who. Not that it matters but yeah, maybe it does. I guess it shouldn’t but I think it does. Scratch that, I know it does. So, how are you? And what have you done? Is that smile still in place? Are your eyes still wide and shining? Is the earth still spinning and if so can you prove it to me? Because I’m not sure anymore about any of it; not the stars or the moon or the cold wind on my face. I sit on my deck and everything feels fabricated and unreal. I chase away the loneliness with beer and my mind begins to slip away. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know who I am. I just ask that you forgive me for being me because I couldn’t be anything else.