I've been having difficulty falling asleep this week. Maybe it's the recovery from illness, or maybe it's my inner-conflicts.
I want to explore the option of possibly making open letters to influences of my past. I think I'd be like some free form of therapy for myself and maybe even eventually a compilation of explanations about my life to this point.
I'd say working 19 years to get to where I am is about half a century early. I could be wrong.
So far I've grown up in stages, with the coming and passing of friendships, subtle knives that have cut through to new chapters and led me to a place where I feel completely comfortable.
"Here's to the nights we felt alive."
