I'm right here.

 

I’m always here in fact – I live here.  My thoughts are my home.  They are my walls as well as my windows.  Should I ever require a room addition, I simply think of something else.  See?  Now I’m over here.

I see where you live.  Sometimes I see you outside jogging, or riding on a bicycle.  Here in my thoughts, there aren’t any tree roots to trip me up, only the occasional punctuation to stumble over or perhaps, should I not be paying attention, I could suddenly change tense and find myself back here somewhere or sometime.   It all gets very tricky.

Anyway, thanks for visiting.  It’s always good to see you.

Quando omni flunkus moritati