Everything Will Be Okay
Everything will be okay. I repeat these words often. And if I can’t muster the strength, I look elsewhere to my time-trusted sources of reassurance. It ain’t easy - this life. I’m usually too busy, to stop and to shore-up my foundations. Most days I’m like Kong - climbing a tower to nowhere, and flailing at planes while deflecting their fire... The sun has just arrived at my window and finds me sitting quietly with all my dead friends and relatives. Don is laughing at me, as he always did, when I became too serious.
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