It’s been a tumultuous time of decision consequence and adventure. Time has spun so fast, a fantasy round-a-bout of facts and fiction but now I would like to get off. The dizzying tilt of reality is starting to make me feel nauseous and claustrophobic in this shell and I need to find air to breathe.
Who knew that coming back could made this hard? Thank the God’s I didn’t think to try taking this on on top of the post-operative effects but when did I stop realising how much I had on my shoulder. And how light could I feel without the weight of responsibility not grounding me but driving me into the ground.
Thing is, this is all in my head and tonight it is coming out in fits and starts and explosion of incoherence. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will sit down and lay this out in a cold, hard, clear, practical harsh-light-of-day kind of way. And I will piece it back together.
And I don’t care whether you like what you see or not.
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