16 months today. 9 Steps in. Try to look surprised when I make amends. Forward never felt so backwards. At least I feel. Music FANaddict. GOD spins the World and my record collection. In my head. From the words. HE speaks. I listen, I try, I don’t try, I surrender. Lazarus-like, I rise again.
I am pulling at the roots of the poison sumac
in of my soil soul. Shatter me that I may be unbroken. Paradoxes look pretty but usually suck ass. FML.
It’s the only thing getting any action. The End for today.
Grateful sometimes looks sad from the inside out.
I wonder what that is all about?