Looking for my reflection in the snow covered hills...

2am... back to my old schedule and routine. It sure didn't take much. Being lazy is easy for me I guess. Or something. Late night brings something out of me. I wonder if I'm destined to be this night owl. The reclusive writer... introverted because there is no place left to go. I'm lucky if I can complete a thought to myself tonight. I've been spending some time remembering...spending some time planning.

I have this nagging thought and I feel the need to share. It's about bandages. Bandaids. ... Anything to cover up a wound. Bandaids don't heal anything - they just cover it all up. It's amazing the clarity I find sometimes....and then eventually it all goes back to haze. It's like..sometimes I can grasp all kinds of concepts and apply them to my life, and then they just slip away again. Stupidity or denial, I guess it's your choice. Or maybe psychological bullshit works with me for only so long.

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Well there goes all my positive energy for the evening.