I feel like I am not done writing yet.
There is a Danger in my brain. It's not just the half-bottle of wine speaking (that's a normal night for me, wait until I finish the other half), it's a Thing that bubbles in my neurons and I don't feel like I can control it all the time. I hardly ever control it. I think that it mostly It controls me.
Maybe it's just the Loneliness.
I hope so.
Lyrics of the Day
"So why do I get so lonely, when there really ain't nothing wrong. Cause I can sleep just fine when you hold me, can't sleep at all when you're gone. And why do I stay out drinking, when I should just get back home? I guess the company of strangers is better than drinking alone." Joe Purdy Why Do I
6 months ago