For the past month or two, I felt the most sense of detachment I have ever felt before. Hopefully when the dust settles for this battle, I could rise out of the ashes with a renewed sense of direction and the resolve to do it the way I knew I always do.
I need to set myself back on track.
Until then, I ought to make final preparations for the last lap.
I need something that can shake my life and tear my world apart and
I want something that can hold me and keep me from falling apart