Look, another kid wearing flannel.

How crazy or certain are you, that you are in fact, crazy? Uncertain decisions lost sight of the lost reasons you wonder why you ever had to make a decision in the first place. There is no rhyme nor reason how or where you could have once reasoned with yourself in order to remember a lost place. There is this way that I speak all the time that chimes in time with rhymes that surprise me, for the most symmetry I could have never thought to gain. As if delete was no longer an option, we erase the past with earnest. Trusting the seasons is the mantra around here but we all wear flannels of every color of every season.