in my brain there is a switch somewhere that I need to find or my bathtub plug at the base of my spine to drain out the full reservoir of all this building slop tears, conflict guilt, an angst ridden moral chain of knots that is clogging the channels of continuation for my life path. because if this don't go soon I'm looking at you, Lord. And we're gonna have another talk.
Copyright FHW, 2010
A.N: I feel like this needs a little explanation- I was a passenger in a car crash in July of last year. One of the other passengers riding next to me didn't make it, and my arm was broken in three places. The other two in the car respectively suffered severe bruises (both emotional and physical) and a broken collarbone/punctured lung. I have since then, returned to the province in which it happened for the first time in a year and I am still continuing to process the aftermath, in lots of ways. This is one of them...