Loose lost together touch

Darkness piles on the thick smoke until it is lost through our fingers and to get it back and feel normal again. We must have vices to get our minds off whatever is distracting the sense of balance that tries to knock us down.

With a sense of urgency, I must play my drum set to feel normal again and just to relax and shift the pain the other way. I must sing some songs that I wrote to feel the joy of my life again. I must play my shaker to loose it all once and for good. I must write lyrics to free my mind and write whatever is on my mind at that given time. I must write on jetpack to get piece of mind. I must read to find out what is going on in the world. Whether it is about the war, the latest scams, I need to know to be prepared for whatever comes my way. Meditation or zoning out on the bed not thinking of nothing, but my mind goes blank and retreats to an early time of my life that awakes my senses. To feel the edge of  madness coming on, then I drink some coffee and eat a salad and become happy again.