i’m not really here.
i’m not even really there.
i can’t say i’m nowhere
but i know i’m not everywhere
so i’ve got to be somewhere.
but, honestly… stop the world, i want to get off.
i need a break, a stop, a pause, a moment to not have to add items to my list. as though I can stand still and all those items on that list could crash to the ground one at a time while my eyes were shut.
Lee, Jeff, Alan… Comicopia? Saturday at the earliest and if I’m lucky.
no choice. juggling as fast as i can.