out_of_body leif I have to remove myself from my own body--sort of hover above myself to try and understand what it must be like to breathe with your lungs, to have a heart that beats in your distinct way, and to have a mind that does or does not think depending on your mood. Because we are so different I have to shed my own skin to understand how it must feel to wear yours. I'm trying to understand. I'm trying to move forward. The past wallows around me like pity--like mud leeching at my ankles. I really don't want to be the 'next best thing'. I'm afraid of that. 160311 what's it to you? who go blather from