I realised that I am mortal when I was lying down. Sometimes we take life for granted, it's ridiculous. I realise that. I have to make every moment count. As you know, I'm a floater, so sometimes it's difficult to keep my feet and mind on the ground. I don’t know why it’s difficult for me to keep my feet on the ground. I’ve always been expressive in my sentiments, in how I’m feeling, in what I’m doing.
I’m thinking of going away for a while. (Don’t worry, I’m not going to jump off a bridge.) What I mean by go away, is that I want to really meditate on who Marie is.
Heyyy sorry for the delay.