it’s really hard.
And if I could gather my thoughts, I would awe all of you with my insight and deep deep…depth. I would kiss all of you with my unfathomable words of love and encouragement, and make the 1% experience remorse. I would change minds, change sleep patterns, change weather patterns, change diapers with my mind-blowing wealth of knowledge. I would allow all of you into this treacherous never-ending chasm of stomach churning blood chilling stream of consciousness I call my brain, or sometimes I call it my dome, but most of the time it’s my brain. But instead I must carry this weight on my own shoulders, in heavy silence, down these rainy streets and unraked alleys, until the day I can find a pen.