Ninth

It's an odd thing. One day, I'm a crazy ass color scheme, and the next I'm completely grey scale. Strangest of all, I'm entirely comfortable in both. It doesn't feel chameleon or fake to be one or the other, it's just my silly moods. And, boy, am I overflowing with those. I mean, I guess no one can stay the same all the time. It's kind of a no brainer, that one.

But I feel like I should, and should be able to. I dunno. Just another of those idea's you get in your head during childhood, then startles you when you figure it out for real. Oh hey, no sorry, thats not correct. Here, have a large dose of reality and adulthood, and call your doctor tomorrow if there's any uncomfortable symptoms, bye bye now.

But then funny things happen, situational things that lift your spirits, like Joshua Radin making my life. I'm writing about this, I'm worrying about this, and his song 'We Are Okay' comes on. If thats not perfection and the epitome of what I'm talking about, then I don't know what is. Know what else? It's okay to have grey scale days too. As long as they're comfortable days. After all, we are okay, we are alright.

We sing very loud.