Somewhere between here and there is where I am. Somewhere between the medication that does not work, and the medication that works….that is where I need to be. Send me to sleep tonight, a bottle of pills a blanket and I’m alright, I can’t stay here and hang around with me. I remember writing that lyric very well. I guess in the end, I am always looking for that option C, the escape hatch to..well…most anything in the world. I am a staunch believer that there is a pill for everything…at least I keep trying to believe that. It gives me hope. Halfway between death and live, I keep crossing boundaries, looking for answers. I have learned there is no Doctor, book, CD, Application, DVD, seminar, or pill that solves everything. I believe that realization hit me harder than there not really being a man in a red suit who brings me gifts. What it not be grand if there were? Just one of those things.
What happens to things? Not large things like a house, but the small things. The favorite blanket you notice in a 5 year old photograph that seems like yesterday, but you now realize you have not seen that blanket for years. The toy you just had to have, so certain that you would never need another. Where is it now? What happens to things? The love you were certain was love, the feelings that once held a romance that seemed fit for a tale so many years and people ago. What happens to things? I am actually rambling in a manner that has lost all sense of brevity. Until then…
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