I’m not who I used to be… Yet somehow I want to believe the essence of who is me is still here, there, somewhere and everywhere. Especially within my soul. Life is unpredictable like a Tuesday afternoon and a couple of gins, with some beer. The door to your heart is locked but can’t find the key. Will you help me find it? I feel lost in the oblivion of nature. Maybe I’m a lollipop.