The rudimentary ideas of peace and clarity have begun to emerge from what was, only hours ago, a miasma of rampant emotion.
A slow burn paroxysm.
Now, my world has depth again.
Those things that were empty last night, once again, seem to hold some hope.
The people in my my life have meaning again too.
I guess my perception of things, including myself, ebbs and flows.
If only there were a way to keep the flow of things even, consistent.
Quell, expunge.
Do the dodge on the things you feel.
Forget.
These are not the answers I'm looking for.
There is something else,
I just have to find it.
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