MacKenzie, on a whim

The problem is that there is no problem. None of us know what the fuck we're doing. None of us want to be held accountable for our actions, our thoughts, feelings, fleeting though they may be. I read Joe use the words "falled tree." Words I've used and thought different enough. But they weren't, not different enough to set us apart. So we may drive each other crazy, we may live such intimately intertwined lives that some days it seems it can't go on the way it is, but it does. We love each other. We are a family. There is some underlying attraction  between us all, maybe it's creativity, maybe it's that we're all outcasts, or maybe it's just that we're all madly in love with the world and each other. Regardless of what it is, it exists. And it will continue to exist, no matter what continents we reside on, how long we go without touching each other, hearing each other, drinking together, rolling around in grassy fields, or bathing in teal c...