but then i think again.
think again think again
think again

how would bob react, how would chris react.. or andy or che.
the walk down the hill is far too bumpy to attack right away. i might as well enjoy the horizon all by myself and rest my back against the lonely tree.
perhaps i shouted so loudly i didn't hear anything else going on around me?
maybe if i listened more the skies would shout back at me what i was shouting at them.

think again. steer away from what i am. i can outgrow it. why can't i live the way i wish i lived? my habits get in the way and although i want to be carefree, i'm not. i'm not. i could listen to you more.
i wish i had more secrets.
i wish i had more things i could keep to myself.
i wish i had more things you were desperate to figure out.

it's too late now to stifle the way i really am. the one thing bothering me is the one thing that can make me feel better.