It’s a lot. A lot of thoughts pinging against my skull. So many tasks, so many goals, so many dreams. The yearning. The longing for something that can never be — and for all the things that can.

Can’t stop. Won’t.

The hurt. The anguish. The parting of the ways. The free-flow of ideas. The conversations. The escape. The reality. The unblemished, raw, pure, unbridled truth.

The light; the dark; the grey; the blue.

The yellow.

The non-stop; spinning, churning possibility. The joy; the humor. The hate; the excess; the temptations…

The sins, the vices, the anguish, the love.

The Love.