Creating fictional characters with whom I empathise presents predicaments when I want to experience their lives as if they’re my own.

At times, Facebook becomes like a game of Sims probably is like (although I’ve never played Sims) wherein I get to be myself but also thinking myself as a character, a role, while keeping it real with my besties.

Today, some people celebrate events in their lives catalogued on Facebook and other [social] media outlets.

Today, I am alive, sufficient reason to celebrate the people in my life who give me hope for tomorrow. 

I am an artist, not an activist.  I live the set of beliefs I hold dearest.

As a set of states of energy in motion, I suffice. 

As a social animal with friends I trust, I thrive.

Peace out.