on the bathroom floor

Shucks I really don't know what I'm doing. I dunno if it's getting to become a sickness of thinking about meanings that aren't really there at all and things you can't even touch. I don't want to say it's a waste of time because it isn't, but those thoughtful discoveries aren't visible. And for some reason it makes me feel like I just keep thinking and thinking but nothing really happens.

Maybe somehow I'm okay with it. And maybe I'll be okay with half of what I'm trying to say getting lost in translation. Part of the whole learning experience.

Great night once again. We live on the same side of Mr. Moon!