I am curious.

I crave adventure, and exploring the horizon.

I am too aware sometimes of the words of others.

I recognize depression in myself if it trys to visit me.

I know how to stop it dead in it's tracks, and refuse to let it gain a grip.

I smile a lot.

I don't know what I want anymore.

I wish I had a job that used more of my creativity.

I can't convince myself that fairy tales are not real even though I no longer live in one.

I wish I had been more selective in targeting the recipients of my love, in my life.

I am glad that I am learning to do that more, and more.

I am glad I smelled a lot of flowers.

I wish my imagination had a speed control...well I would only use it infrequently.

I wish I were not running out of time.

-maybe not so alien