Desperate times call for desperate measures, pour me another desperate measure, would you please.
I wish I could tattoo the skeletons of my ancestors upon my arms. Then they couldn’t resist reaching out to me, with me, when I extend my hand to another.
Ian has all the scenes in his head analyzed, philosophized, and he adopts me as the lead role. “Fight or Flight. We are essentially animals, so when we are pushed, a lot of us will flee. You aren’t a fighter, but you must overcome your anxiety to survive. Make peace with where you are and thrive”
