The story is this. The stories are these. The worries are. The hurry, the war, the young and the poor, the only for you is right. And here. For sure. The enormous dramas are perhaps not sensational to the naked eye, they're perhaps simple and plain. I know. I do know how things tend to work. I tried to adjust to that. Pretty much so... I never woke up in the morning having to pinch myself to be convinced of how just brilliant everything went. Growing up very much so on the outside, a true longing grew, an ability to sense and communicate. To study. Needs. Yours and mine.