Struggling with what my life has become, seeking a new path, or even a temporary fix for a world crashing down around.
    Excepting anything at this point of breaking, a light snow coats my bathroom counter, with a fresh Jackson rolled up beside it.
    My fix, releasing my mind, allowing me to think of anything, everything, but you. People notice I’m out of my slump, as I get a “ nice to have you back” when I stand in their circle for the moment.
     My fix as time does so effortlessly, it passes. My altered state of reality becomes just that my reality once again.
   My fix, that’s just it though a temporary fix for a problem that can’t be solved.