There is beer in my orchids like there are chips in my sandwiches. I tuck my pant legs into each other before I sew them. I cut the tops off my bay tree so it grows sturdy. As I loop de loop the strings to tye my shoes into bows. I do so many things just to keep on learning, I keep on making choices for better or worse. I run, I hurt, I yell, I cry and I trust people's advice. Because I trust the truth is there, that everything is there, in what people offer and what I choose to accept. And that there are ghosts of people who will never die, in every choice I will ever make.