I call bullshit.

On you and you and you.

Even though I lost it all, two chugs for happiness.

Sisyphus part 2

The sea- it calls to me;
whispers my name and longs for me.
But I fear the sea.
I never learned to swim, you see.
I cannot hold my head above the water,
and that is scary to me.
So I climb mountains to be free;
free from the waves pulling at my knees.
I climb upwards, pulling seaweed sea-chains behind me.
It's not easy, you see.
But, when I'm close to the clouds I feel totally free;
like everything is behind me.
But my hands never do reach the clouds,
and I always tumble back into the sea.
I splash and flounder in the sea that calls to me.

Sisyphus

And I tumbled right back down after it again.

Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. -Benjamin Franklin

Off the grid.

The point doesn't make any sense.

Miss

How strange it is to know what it truly means to miss somebody. Their mind, their soul: missing to you.