One of the many things that plague me are the dark matters that follow me with the passing of time during the festival of the decade change.
Sleeping most of the first day of 2020 isn’t good unless you are mentally and physically eradicating demons from years previous, nineteen hours of the first day is more than three quarters of the travelling year,
2019, has been the worst year ever for both our troubled souls, negativity swirls around like two silk scarf spinning opposingly creating a vortex as it gets bigger.
My medication really is for mad men and monsters, my head spins like Kylie, around and around. Physical twitches and involuntary limb reactions never fail to move me.