'little wittle baby steps'

Now you run with the bulls. Fly with the flies. And have life and all in it. I was another life. We were something we created. A pigment of our imaginations. And the days I ache, well, it really is so much easier this way. But God I hope you know that there has never been a day that I wasn't proud of all your accomplishments. Maybe you never knew, but fuck, you did it. And I'm so happy for you.

PS. Forget it all together...