3 days of solitude. Out at Omeo, silence, stillness and cold. My thoughts caught up with me. Even drowning in alcohol for 36 hours did not help ease the ringing discord in my brain. Memories were dragged up, some old some new and with the wonder of hindsight I see the broken record that is my life. Again, it cracks, again, it cracks. And I still set it to that same groove.

So my dear, if you are reading this please be aware that yes, these recorded betrayals and games still cause a sting. Though I loathe that this scab still weeps, I'm willing to rip it off in hopes that it heals finally.

Answers are required before I can ever truly get solitude again.