My head is a trip.
My brain can only be likened to a Lamborghini with no brakes screaming down hill toward a brick wall. Zoom...zoom...zoom...mrrrrr...
SLAM!
Sometimes, I really can't tell...who the hell is driving here.
Sometimes, I lie awake at night wondering when will it all stop...when will this all be over?
Racing thoughts and blinding light are the dreams that kill. I just write about them on the way.