I woke up feeling happy.
I regained my inner narcisst.
from sheding the leeches
no it not concern me,
for I flitter around in my bubble. (see post on bubbles.)
I love bubbles..
my grandoise seclusion from the solopsistic woes
that befall the landscape.
Yet still today exists
my old nostalgia for my past childhood.
since I never partook in any interesting activities.
I dont know what is actually lost there.
Well today is just not present,
and tomorrow isnt within my grasp.
for my hands arent able to snatch
what doesnt have a physical essence.
I will sit and attend to the day it takes physical form.
then I may conquer that little bugger.