So ... i thought to write ... as my words paint a canvas of life.

But what would I tell you?

Would I say that I get lonely sometimes? That I love my independence as much as I dread that indefinable feeling of something missing…

Hmmmm?

How about I share the knowledge that I think myself a basket case at times and an angel at others.

The only difference between crazy and eccentric is money.

I have no money….LOL

Talk to me.