'm drowning in a raging ocean amidst a lightning storm in the middle of the night. All I see is darkness cascaded by the occasional shatter of light illuminating waves of death capsizing over my head as I try to catch my breath.
Around this time last year I was roaming around in the desert. Ironically, in some ways, it feels like I’m doing the same thing this year.
While I was pulling up weeds I had the strangest thought. “I wonder how the garden feels about this”?
It should be universally understood that if there's one thing in common we share, one boat we're all in, it's our ability to make wrong choices, mess things up, or to fail. How do we sever the chains of regret?
Find the chasm sinking swiftly I slip into a sea of cynical sorrow Open the mouth of the devil softly Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow - Hear the vacant void of venture Sleeplessly singing servitude I'm a slave to the wiles of pressure Render my honor destitute - Cracks kill in this chasm A gaping …