this morning #1375.

this morning, something transcendent had ascended but something mundane had just as quickly brought me crashing back down to this earthly plane. stupidly stupendous spiritual whiplash. it’s continuously forcing me to reassess much of my life. like…where does reality end & fantasy begin? more & more, the lines seem to be blurring. i’m feeling high & low almost in tandem. out of ideas about how to straighten this shit out, i decided to give my mom a call. out of all of us, she’s the one who’s most adept at navigating life’s bullshit. our dad gave her lots of practice. she’s all about real talk. that’s what appeals to her. if i’ve truly lost my mind, she’ll help me find it.