Me, I'm alright. I'm fine. I'm okay.
I'm outrageously okay, actually. I'm preternaturally fine. I'm not only alright, I'm all-left, all-up, and all-centered.
I get a weird twinge in my foot sometimes. The doctor says too much methamphetamine makes me nervous.
I look out at the sky sometimes and wonder, "why can't I be like that?"
Then I realize: I already am.