I'm thinking and thinking and thinking a lot. This is what I do though.
I look quite different from five or six years ago but my thoughts are mostly the same. "The Thinker" became my sobriquet. In middle school, friends are all that you have to escape the savage teeth of the lions and tigers of those who think they have power. Yet lions and tigers are only those who lose their innocence to corruption before the rest. I'm not queen of the jungle. I'd rather be a monkey swing freely through the canopy of the dense forest. Visiting who I may when I will. No obligations, I'm free. maybe just free spirited.

But when this little chimpanzee swings herself into the region of 52 floor building and lights on brick as frequent as leaves on trees, she dons a black skirt and green dangly earrings and eats expensive desserts while drinking Shirley Temples. The Maraschino cherry is always a gift for the birthday girl.

A desire to closer observe the brass, the bass, and the piano instead put two city girls beside une petite table des voix basses et des chuchotements. Smiles beckoned a few more drinks yet the evening closed with two glasses unused. Ah, the city. Si nous avions seulement su lequel demander.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...