I’m the best story I’ll ever tell.
I’ll tell it wether I want to, or not.
Small changes, call it editing, are done day by day.
Change the cover, add pages to chapters, spin off down rabbit trails, apend/amend/abridge, it’s me, it’s stupid and brilliant me.
I’m truly headed in both directions at the same time.
If it were not for the sunshine, I’d trip over my own confused feet.