One day so long ago I don't remember, a Tuesday or one of the others perhaps, I saw a friend or maybe it was a juggler, and we went together to the beach or no, I think it was the library.

The thing is that while this seems an ordinary thing, or at least for some people, maybe most, or at least I hope it would be, for me it was momentous since I believe or want to say I'm guessing that I never did come out.

Everything I need is here though everything is hidden.

And the word I need to leave here is in pieces all around.