Beware a Hard Drink

Not quite sure why I used that as my title for this blog. It was a line in the play The Crucible. About the Salem witch trials. It begins with accusations, and ends with martyrdom. Interesting play. I would think that the real reason behind me using this as my title. Would be as something to quell the depression I am finding within me again. I promised myself I'd get rid of this, but its coming back. I really need to be rid of this completely.

The one thing I'm having trouble with, is that when I feel this way. Everything seems a lot more intricate, and intriguing. I can't explain it very well.

But hey, everything is alright. I've just gotta pick myself right back up, and move the fuck on. Keep trudging through the sludge of life. Climbing that highest peak, while wind blows down your back. You feel the shiver of life run down your spine, but you keep going. Keep layering yourself with experience. Keeping yourself warm from the harsh winds, the unforgiving cold. Till you reach the top. And once you're there. You can look down the mountain, past other mountains. Take in lifes wonders and glories, as you stare out over the horizon. Realizing that the earth is made up of so much more, and that you...YOU, are the meaning to everything. You, your perspective, your touch, your everything is the worlds meaning. No one else can say otherwise.

I get this feeling in my chest a lot. Where my heart feels like its soaring above the clouds. My mind jumps from place to place, as I imagine the world. Everything in this world. All my past experiences where I've felt or seen the world. That is my escape.

I can't wait to be loved again.

Have A Good One.