sense.

just when i think a few things are making a bit of sense i seem to get in a head on collision with all the things that do not make sense. the things that make me crawl…and bleed and scream out at the mountaintops i never seem to climb anymore…maybe the sting was to great or the hopes to high. maybe i forgot those parts of me…maybe they are in the ER after the crash…

so…i tend to cling to the things that make sense in the daytime…i will leave the dark shadows on my walls at night to accompany me through the nonsense. as for the day, that is what i celebrate…dirt under fingernails, living outloud moments. hudson and emersen and jarrod…and her. that is my sense today.

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