Yeah, I Really Do Think

     I like to think that somewhere in one of those alternate universes, I was conceived with a chance to be normal. To live the life of the Everyman.

     Then again, what would I lose? Pain, for sure, but how much have I discovered I my suffering? Insecurities, perhaps, but my vulnerability is what keeps me accessible. A drive to succeed would be nice. Ultimately, I am possibly the only (or one in a millions) in existence. Just like the people I unmask here on earth, the only thing I can control is me.