Exercise.

I remember the yellow light bulb on the staircase landing of the townhouse I used to share with my brothers. Walking towards it always meant I had come home too late into the night (or too early in the morning) minus that feeling of dread that always accompanied the practice of having to explain yourself and your whereabouts. 

I don't see how people don't see themselves, when they spend the most time with themselves. 

I want to be doing 200 things at the same time, not a moment to catch my breath.

I hate intransitive verbs. They are so negative.

I don't remember graduating from university. 

I have never seen the sun rise. Too many people talk about it in that wistful manner. I'm sure it's overrated.

I wonder how you walk, your gait, and what volumes it speak.

I love the idea of freedom. It makes me feel pretty.

I have always wondered what would have happened had I not missed that bus. Would I have bought that pair of shoes? Would it have felt awesome?

I know now there are so many more things that money can buy.

I don't wonder why he has changed. It would be too much information. How he feels, what he thinks, what motivates him, none of my business. I stand back and watch him play the guitar.

I try to be you.