That’s a maelstrom I don’t want to be caught up in.  Only leading to self-doubt.

A low self-estimation which only holds you in place.  So… STOP.

The content Storm, ideas and more ideas… anything is a STORY.  Not just fucking “content”.  To be honest for the longest time I hated that word.  But now, meh.  I’ll use it.

I’ll play.

No, that’s part of the attitude I need to end.  Actually, KILL.  Stop being such a word weirdo, Mikey…

I keep replaying some scenes from my old life, lately.  No fucking idea why.

Okay, so then fucking WHY?

I don’t know… trying to interpret the internal effort, why am I giving those old scenes and that life with that person any moving molecules, any energy?

I guess I can only be comparative, right?  When I have this intensity of love and safety, peace?  I don’t know…. Not sure I want to stop in the excavation, just yet.