Sometimes all of the chemicals just fall into place. Your mind becomes a straight tunnel, lit on both ends. Racing down the highway at speeds understandable to none but the pilots.
It's not until you hit the brick wall in front of you that you remember your family. It's not big deal, you just left them somewhere in the dust cloud gathering behind you.
Amidst the burning wreckage you sit up and survey the damage. You feel weak, like you've lost your direction. It's then that as all your bohemian friends gather around, suddenly you realize.
"Something here is very, very, very wrong."
"I get so distracted by some people's reactions that I don't see my own faults for what they are. At times it's so self destructive, with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart..."
