Oh my holy shit.
The weirdest damn thing happened today.
And It's going to sound weirder than it really was, and you, the reader, is going to be shaking your head wondering what the fuck is going on inside that head of mine.
I was just walking around my living room, when i triped on a shoe in the floor and fell and hit my head on the corner of the bookshelf pretty hard.
It knocked me out for a good 10 minutes, I'd say.
But when I woke up, there was no bleeding, no scar, nothing to prove that this had happened.
I walked over to our entertainment center and looked into a picture.
All I saw was the frame and not the picture.
Same for all the picturs in frames.
It ended quickly and i began to see the pictures.
But I was thinking why that could have happened, why i couldn't see the pictures.
Then it struck me:
It's a metaphor for how i've been acting these past few months.
Always noticing the picture frame, and not even bothering to notice the picture in it.
I can't believe myself.
That whole way of life is changing. Starting now.
I started it and i can quit it, just as simply.