Excerpts from “Goin down the road feelin..?”

Dancing, twirling, sitting still, still dancing in my head.

I’ve been perfectly fine, well as fine as bad can get and still be fine.
I’ve ridden the waves, out the perfect storm, the broken sunsets of life; and lived to tell.

My brain moves at the perfect rate of a class V river.
Then it freezes over like 2 am in January.
Nothing moving, nothing has to.
Silence, bitter cold, darkness….

I wake up to the sound of my head.

I’m a dreamer, yet somewhere my dreams turned on me.
Somewhere I fell out of my head into my life and I don’t think I landed on my feet.