thumpa thumpa

final nail in the PFF OL grading coffin

i'm so happy

up and down but still positive 

Time it was, and what a time it was, it was. A time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago, it must be. I have a photograph. 

When there was but one set of footprints:
That was when I was carrying the team.
When there were none, I was hurdling a fool.

Audacity, then again audacity, always audacity.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Naptime.

Bolded alter ego loses his voice.