Me

I might die today, or maybe tomorrow. I may have already died and just don’t know it. I can be slow on noticing things sometimes.

Meanwhile, I’ll drink my wine, coffee and beer, overeat and chastise myself, do what I think I need to do, and live as I think I need to live. I’m not worrying about regrets or what I will or will not achieve, what others conceive of me, nor wasting time.

I’m just going to be me, obnoxious and lazy as I sometimes am, procrastinating, stupidly drunk, focused and solitary, standing on the edge, wandering and wondering.