so i said, i guess things are alright. sternly, he replied, you just sit tight, kid. (one thing still bothered me, but i never did bother to ask, i couldn't figure out the words.) (expressions and words, they're nothing but letters, emotionally illiterate, severely inarticulate. ) i don't know how to tell and i don't know how to ask. but i'm alright. am i sheltered? am i trapped? was i saved & if so, why? why did i get this chance? will i be able to use it right? i might blow up sometimes but you know things are alright. i might complain and bitch, but you know my answer never changes. everything's alright. in the world you made, i'm doing aok.