The sound of my bubbles bursting are deafening…. I can barely hear my own thoughts over the piercing silence of unsaid truths. Dare I even ask the questions which will only result in doomed replies? The echoes of bombs dropping on my created reality? I’ve been attempting to drown out these unpleasantries with my own coping devices… talking with friends until subjects are exhausted, running till I’m out of breath, dancing till my ass sweats off, eating onion rings till I’m uncomfortably full, and watching movies for hours and hours. These techniques could accurately sum up my past weekend.

Sticking around for the second showing at a film fest, or sneaking into another theatre after seeing one movie is such a great idea… I highly recommend it, as it provides so much relief when wrestling with the persistent dilemma of “what now?” Because like I’ve said before…. I hate for things to end. This is the reccurring problem, since all good things must. Dabnabit!! So how will I approach and ever arrive at sound reasoning? I imagine it will be a noisy process, since I will be kicking and screaming the whole damned way.