drunken, spun dreams of a tall. towering stranger that told me all wonderful strange and unbelievable things. i woke with a start. it was dark out still. and i couldn’t help but wonder, who was the stranger? was it me?
if it was me,
who was i?
i'm really struggling with confronting work today. i've told myself that it's ok to run away. i can run away as long as i'd ...