SIMPLE

I am an amimal. I just happen to stand upright. I have learned how to weave in and out of this catacomb of society. How to breathe in dirty dry city air without poisoning my lungs. I needed water. (But I work and live next to a lake.) I crave adventure, change, lights moving with me. I left Seattle on a sunny day unsure of my own actions. Somehow I have found myself on a familiar chair, in a familiar building, in this town that has a way of not letting me leave for good. Seattle is a stale cup of coffee left out on last weeks newspaper. That is where I was ment to be. and NOW this is where I am meant to be. why... why.. why.. well perhaps I will know once I have left. Perhaps I am here to figure out why I needed to be in the state of Washington. I want to share my love of this place to everyone. this place.... what place is that? maybe I should not limit my experiences to places and words.