“Have you ever awoken with a spiritual hang-over? A pain in your head and a pain in your heart that has nothing to do with the beer you drank the night before? Have you ever held your aching bones with a fierce grip, as if you were holding onto your sanity with a tenuous embrace? Have you ever looked into the recess of your mind and found it full of echoes from the past? A cluttered pandemonium of instances branded with a hot iron into the space behind your eyes, like the shadows of sunlight in closed lids.
Brushing away the cobwebs of doubt and confusion, I reach for a cigarette and ignore the barely controlled chaos caused from my night out thinking. It is time to face the world, put on some big girl panties and deal with it, I have no time for melodramatic moping.
Back to work, back to the grind, and hopefully back onto solid ground.”