Sucking the tit of despair

Andy Warhol said everyone deserved 20 minutes of fame. It’s the same with a mood. I’m grieving now and it’s like sitting in the comfort and ooze of a wet diaper. It does a disservice to the dead. The life that deserves to be celebrate. My loss. My self pity. He’s in a better place. I’m procrastinating. Anxiety and depression are always a cross roads.  Delaying the leap of faith.

It’s always a leap of faith. Love. Trust. 

Shallow life is the Island that Paul Simon so well described.  Or the depths with all the mess and love and pain