my_own three hopeful thoughts How can I explain it? Its the feeling you get, when you're singing at the top of your lungs, sliding and dancing on a wooden floor in your socks, all alone, music blaring, all for yourself. Its writing a letter to a long lost friend, saying everything you ever wanted to, and catching them up on all things YOU, and pretending you'll actually send it (or that you could actually ever get their address again). Its deciding to write out your dream in the morning and realizing what it probably-mostlikely means to you. and then drawing it, and smiling about it, and knowing its your own. I mean, my own. 050625 what's it to you? who go blather from