I only have ten minutes to tell you what’s going on in my head but I am having a harder and harder time keeping so much inside of me. I don’t know why. It’s like once you acknowledge and accept that you have an addiction you realize just how much of that madness is about secrets. About the shit you refused to be honest with your self about. About the stuff you are running from. About denial. And once you see that, you want to lay everything out in the sunlight and just open your mouth against the skin of the sky and say, Please just make it all clean. Again. Clean again. Because something in you believes there was such a time. Something in you remembers.