a few days in

so the new year has started.  morphine induced nightmares and far too much time to reflect have left me in a strange place.  thinking about god with a head full of scotch and knack for disappointment.  a mix tape and the attraction of assholes and other such unapproachable sorts.  falling for all the wrong ones for the right reasons.  the act of standing up for falling down.  deep interpersonal relationships and the single acts that are the glue to a bigger picture humanity that gets lost in the day to day.  just something to talk about.