Frolic

I looked at the picture I just made and the mouth's a little displaced.
The fear is a little displaced.

Looking within, my thoughts seems a little displaced. Not quite centralised as I have the impression they 'should' be. Are my emotions just as displaced?

I have a relatively solid idea of where I'm going.

I have a relatively solid idea of who I am.

Relatively.
Relative to a year ago.
Probably relative to a week ago.

Time moves, the second hand ticks by, I have the impression that I learn and grow most days.
But why?

Life and time feel and seem completely without reason.

So we dance. Dance dance dance.

And maybe some love.

*frolic*