Golden Days

Sometimes I am so sad. Perhaps I let other people's ideas of the world go to my head. What do I know from my own experience?

Why so much trusting of others experiences? And the story of others? In your experience, what is reality? I am always writing to my self.

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na!!!