An ordinary Sunday afternoon.

listening to hello i love you - the cure (the doors cover)



Days are thrashing by. My head in the clouds my checking account negative. I should be panicking. I should be in utter distress but I'm not. There is no anxiety where there is certainty and I am certain that this will pass. Life's details are a big mess of blur when held side by side with what I have brewing within.

The world is spinning and I am running along with it. Trust me when I say that I have had the urge to get totally obliterated (my version of banging my head against the wall) but I have learned to accept that my insides have nothing to do with the problems my outsides have created or been presented with. I am tired of utilizing sorrows as building blocks and regaling them with substances.

There is a full to this circle and I have been running the circumference for years. Alas, the end is near.

God better has a real good reason for all thats happening. Because, when i'm gonna get up there i'm gonna kick some ass.