And then I responded to that thought with, 'Come ON get over your bad-ass moping self already. You can't have an annual springtime depression. If you can see it coming, you can avoid it.'
And then: This is not a head-on collision anymore.
And then: Deja vu.
Seriously. Let's look at the track record here.
The short story is:
So if you are looking for another
If you are one of my
- post regularly
- post anything of content
- post about life
- post about reality
- post enough about death
- stop posting about death
- do any of that shit right
...well then, welcome! Welcome back wholeheartedly, because all of those things are true, which makes you all right. Instead of me.
And this next month is sure to be a lovely walk through the blacks and browns of my poo-filled emotions. And the lovely lilacs and blues and vanillas which are Elijah.