burtlo

Good classes and excellent moments cause me to stand and want to stare at people. I don't want summations of feelings or your story, I want life. I want to have it injected into me.

I stand there waiting, like a lightning rod, for something to happen for someone to stand and answer me without artifice. I often stand alone.

Then, slowly I move from my stooper back into the little insignificant needs and wants of life. I enjoy these moments and know they much pass, always wishing to enjoy them longer.

So much to enjoy before I return to living.