Right at this very moment, you're probably sitting there alone reading this. Who am I to judge? I'm sitting here alone writing this. That makes you equal. I'm never above anyone who reads my writing. Sometimes they are floating far above my equinox.
Yesterday I realized how small I was. I climbed the tallest tree in my neighborhood and looked around for about a half hour. When I climbed back down, I felt so miniscule. My World was nothing anymore. I jumped into the nearby creek and stayed underwater for years. When I emerged, my whole family stood around the sandbar to cheer me on. I did my best to show off, but I was too stiff from the time warp to try and do the butterfly. I carried on with my life effortlessly after my days in the creek.
A century passed. Days turned into seconds. My beard was full again three minutes after each shave. Was I Rip Van Winkle? Was I just lucky? No. All I needed was a drink.
