I broke for the first time today. I almost got lost in it. It reminded me of being under water. You know you shouldn't hold your breath You'll die. There's no going back from that. Bit is sure does feel nice. All the pressure stops being so acute. It turns into this dull thud. Almost tingling the nerves in your limbs. Little angel fingers plucking you all around. While firm hands hold your skull and Squeeze. You pick how hard they do.
It scares me a little.
But now I'm having an adventure. Traversing dangerous lands. A mis-step and I'm in an asylum. They told me not to play with matches. I'm a good listener. Nobody said, (It'd be poetic if I stopped here. Like I lapsed again and cont fishnr
From the journal, dated the next morning: "I wrote that in a wild haze last night when my head was still sticking itself back together. How ******* wild was that. What an unorthodox autobiography this college essay has become. I just scratched down the title and I think I'll make this my first blog post. Maybe this will be something that puts the wind in my mad sails and carries me off this sticky river."