I find myself again in others.
I can see the words forming here and there.
I feel like I can do anything.
I can wear no makeup and be beautiful and eat too much and never ever be fat.
I can say "life" with as much twang as I want.
I feel melodies pulling me safely up and down the roads that I wander again with joy and no need for a destination.
Just give me three hours with the people who understand me and wholly appreciate me and the trees fall where they should.
Sorry Emerson, but I'm the transparent eyeball.
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