This is Distortion

Almost three a.m. and I can't sleep. Stomach in knots. Worried about the dinner. Excited about the future. Things happen. Things you can't explain. Things that feel okay, right, natural. I took some back medicine tonight. Spoke out of line. Should be tired. Not. Spoke out of line. Should be crucified. Not.

It takes a lot of honesty to bring us to these places. I've been using this blog as therapy. Some have agreed with that, others advised caution. Man, life is too short. I think something happened that may have changed quite a few futures. Revelations. Destinations. This is good.

"Standing here like a loaded gun/Waiting to go off/I've got nothing better to do/But shoot my mouth off" -- Black Flag