Things were getting a little clunky and they seem to all straighten out, at least for the most part. I was able to move like I wanted because my heart was in it. I was stomping heavy. I could feel the dust around my boots, a showering cascase of emotions mixed in with the fate of the world in my mind resting on my every move. It wasnt even like that. I was making fact out of fiction.
I was the main player in my own role and I always stole the show because my brain was working overtime trying to connect things that should not have been connected.
I was quick to hit the eject button and I just wanted things to be like they were supposed to be. I wasnt malfunctioning, I was exercising my Godly rights and sometimes that requires patience.
So here we go again, walking clunky through the world and looking for things to smooth out.


