sad existence, foolish unavoidable death, you remind me of someone else, is that why I like you so much. Fan blows, what am I really doing with my days, I envy you for going to the park and just looking at things, I can’t do this. Things are so difficult, moving my legs, adjusting my spinal cord. I wish I could fall down and not get hurt. Rubber bouncer. Beautiful woman, beautiful face. I don’t feel like I have much to offer though, I feel I will scare a woman away. Once I explain my fears and my goals? Maybe I am so completely wrong, I really want to kiss someone and hold someone, but I question the meaning of these things. I need to feel at one with myself and what I am doing, that is what I am working on. Okay sad existence and the foolish unavoidable death we all must pursue/ endure, I’m ready.