up on the roof

I like to go up on the roof. Watch the sunset. Thank God for this mysterious world. What am I in the vast universe? Does he really know how many hairs I have on my head? How am I different than anyone else? I am free from self torment- or so I'd like to think. We are all born, we live a little while, than we die. Charlotte understood that. I like myself and that's important. I didn't used to.