I know. You know I know. I know you know I know.

One of those spoken words (not sure of the proper term)

“I know. You know that I know. I know that you know that I know. We know that  Henry knows, and Henry knows that we know it. We're a knowledgeable family,” Prince Geoffrey claims in The Lion in Winter.  But, do we really know? Where one stands in life, what roles we carry, what being we are. I ask myself these questions. Torn between stereotypical roles where neither one fits who I am. My place is nowhere that the consensus will acknowledge. My place is fluid, and varies by and by. My mind, body and soul tell me that I am the spectrum " that my place is not one specific label. But as I come to realize, that after 18 years I am still not happy with my place in life. I am content. Content with my body, my role, and who I am. 

I want happiness. 

So, please

Call me Cole.