It’s funny.

It’s really funny.

Really it is.

I think sometimes it is.

I think that life does funny things.

At funny times.

In funny ways.

Sometimes it really isn’t so funny.

Sometimes you’re the joke.

Sometimes you’re the punchline.

Sometimes you just don’t get it.

I’ve sort of got used to that now.

Life.

Life and its meandering ways.

I started writing here as an escape.

A vent.

Some way to let out some demons.

Demons I didn’t quite know existed.

Until I started writing.

Then things came out.

I think it scared me.

I think I realized something.

I’m just like the strangers out there.

I’m alone; although I’m not.

I think it scared me.

I guess there’s no point to this.

Well maybe just one.

I’m not scared of words.

I think.

I guess I don’t really now.

I’m on the bridge.

I’m alone.

But I’m not alone.

The words surround me.

I am Timi