pulling it out, slowly.

Why don't we do the things we want to? 


I don't know.  I don't.  I wish I could help you with that, but i am stumbling here as well.  I realize the pursuit is sometimes, no, always, too much for me, but I think I could do better.  And then I wonder if it matters.  To me.  Does it matter to me?  The answer is...




Other days no, nothing matters, its just me and the fog.   


Anyway, heres a picture I made.   


Its for you.