I cannot keep a consistent tune. I think that I have brilliant ideas, but realize their fallacies later in my time. I want to know the truth when I look at this dogma behind tv screens. Living through listening has been killing me. I want loud noises in the morning. I’m throwing over chairs and standing on tables at school. Scaring the girls in the hallway. Yes, I’d like your attention, please. I want to remember my life and can I do that through these mundane routines? The world is a playground today. I need to dance when the room is too still.  Conversation has been dull lately.