There is a way that I can be with others. Silly is a word used to describe it and years ago it was so poured all over everything I was I spent the rest of my time in regret.

Now it’s much more in control and I don’t lose the more “serious” me in the process or have any problems shifting between but other times I DO get caught up in that silly and though it still isn’t a completely terrible thing I get tired of my own being when it happens and I hold some regret for being just silly or in that silly doing things to excess and not exactly as I want them to be, it doesn’t speak what they mean or how I want them to be.

Regrets are temporary reflections not infected wounds.