fuzzy

when you are loose so am i

who is it i have become in this evening, this time of less remembering?

memories that will not fade for me, but perhaps they will for you.

oh the odd freedom i feel, though clearly it is not i who has partaken

but i know this feeling

have felt it many times before with anyone who has

and it is strange that i should have shed the inhibitions yet

i have had none of what you have.

oh, we have switched places: you are the one talking loudly and about a myriad of subjects or at least one and quite in depth, ok or at least breadth, and it is i who has moved into the realm of bossiness and silliness and riskiness.

that is a lot of other ness' that i don't normally let out.

let go

to be

and embrace these thoughts of loose tongue.

why?

because i am always the designated one

because i have made sure i am

i don't want to miss this lesson.

not at your expense, but for my own benefit.

i am selfish, really, if you think about it.

to be free and no one will remember what i say

except me.

well, and god. but i think he likes it.