Well, I accidentally found the scared little boy who lives in me over this weekend. Several times, in fact. Oh, I know he's always there. Most times I can keep him hidden from other folks and from me, too, if I need to.
I guess that I'm just so terrified of loss that good sense abandons me at the starting gate sometimes. With a self destructive streak a mile wide it's time to figure some things out. I'm not threatening to grow up, just to figure some things out.
Sweet dreams.
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