i love being like this.
if i could be more I would.
its wonderful to be free.
i don’t care if I don’t make sense.
I don’t care about anything really.
except what realy counts.
and that is not anything except
my home.
and i work really really really hard there.
one day I will be touched.
held.
loved.
and everything else
will seem ridiculous.
and so so so
petty.
and if not,
ill be happy to die
having created
a most beautiful home.
and done the best that i could.
and that is good enough.
even better,
than good enough.
much better,
much much much better,
than good
enough.