a "right side of the brain" baby with brush strokes of the left....

     
     
     
        I used to believe in "love"-"happy endings" "community" with an overall little to no resistance reality-and boy was I out of touch....    
     
      but that's a good portion of folks once upon a time before one more or less later "adapts" to the gravity of what is....      
     
    I was very young and naive....I still remember him well-the younger version of me....since then-sense of direction to a certin degree has increased-though wouldn't say significantly; more mindfulness came with time at the very least....
     
   there's always been a heavy fog that never settles-and still is-and air that's polluted-and all I really "feel" like I need is an enclosed space where-it's not as difficult to breathe....    
     
    and all I'd have to do is go to sleep.... once more.... out of place.... too much of a "dreamer"-too much of an idealistic mentality....    
     
   there's room here for people like me?      
     
  brush strokes aren't enough to keep from sinking deep into oblivion....