Gee. <--- The letter, not the word.

I flow now through the rest of you like a fast moving tributary through a massive river. I run through from you to another, leaving my small traces here and there as I go. I seem to work my way through each and every one of you, I figure this because a lot of you can't seem to remove the distateful pleasure of my presence. But amidst all I've said thus far, one thing remains constant, our connection.

As once described in incomplete detail, I scetched an arugment on empathy. I won't get into it, because I suspect you all read it and remember something from it. (Haha) But, as you and I connected, we as one and another are connected in a much bigger way than we realize to the current working of our world. I don't know, maybe I'm comparing every move we make to the chaos theory. Or something like it. I don't know much. But, that doesn't quite simplify my point. Shit, I suppose nothing ever will.

I'm trying to understand why it is I've chosen a path in life where I find it so difficult to express myself. Well, let me rephrase, not that it's difficult for me to express myself, but I express myself in difficult ways? I don't seem to like to be simple. Where headgames aren't something I enjoy playing, I play them where I am in control of them.

An odd specimen? Not quite I'm afraid. I'm as normal as they come. But you all love me and I love all of you. Least, that's the way it seems on the surface, nothings for certain, therefore we shouldn't take anything for granted.

Don't make the same mistakes I have,

Did ya get all of that?


Love,
Steven