Don’t let this worry you, I just need to get this feeling off of my chest:
I woke up in Las Vegas before dawn on Sunday. I was unable to fall back asleep and in the darkness I was feeling unrecognizable. I had gone to bed fully intact and woken up broken, like a glass that had been knocked over. This is not a new feeling.
The problem is and always has been the fact that I can’t figure out how the glass breaks when I know I tried to put it away so carefully. The only cure for this feeling is sleep, which never comes fast enough. All I want is to do while I lie awake is put myself back together but instead I just feel around in the dark and hope the pieces don’t cut too deeply.
I hope that you don’t know how I feel.
This concludes the “Betheboy examines his feelings” portion of the blog.