Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
my oh my. have i managed to land a substantial mind fuck this evening. energy at the moment is equivalent to decades at sea. humans require an incredible amount of attention. by this i lend understanding toward their inability to recognize the simplest notions. well, certainly i feel as if these are minuscule bits of obvious traits to have for survival. mind. body. and soul. perhaps i am so in tune with this aspect of my existence and this just may be the root to my demise. i
everything hurts. it's amazing what pain can do to you. it takes over every piece of your existence. some points you feel numb. others you feel too much. i keep replaying the scene where this person sits in their car looking out through a dirty windshield. they've just embarked on the most catastrophic experience by means of heart and soul. they remain at this road for an hour. parked. lost. hurt. no communication. their phone now under the seat. tears stream down their face