I wish I knew more about Greek tragedies,
more about religion,
more about my own genetic make-up.
I am just too bland. That is my fear.
I have lots of them.
The future.
The past, it haunts me. Sometimes the does present too.
The way my chest aches when I am home alone, and the way my dog's breathing skips in his sleep.
What a wonderful life it would be to be a farm dog. I wish to be a farm dog often, maybe God will grant me this in my next life.
The only thing I would have to worry about is the herd of sheep.
Who obey anyway.