Turmoil

The days grow warmer.

I grow distant.
I disconnect. I feel as though everything I do minus time at the gym sweating and bleeding is just going through the motions. I feel devoid of emotion. I feel like a complete sham of what represents a person. I feel hollow and devoid.

I see the same colossal leviathan waken and rise before me.

It takes every fiber of my being to resist the pull of temptation and not slide into a 2 months maelstrom of drinking.

So, I'm off to the gym for several hours.
I bid thee well faithful readers. Good luck and happy hunting.
-With Greatest Affection