Your Daily Digest: The Horse
I got back on my meds, for the time being. I don’t know if I had bucked off the intense backlash that came from being off of them, or if they have evened me back out, but I feel a little closer to normal. I am still far too overbooked, which makes me a little scared, but I do a little every day, climb one more stone of the well’s belly, and reach for the light.
It’s sad how metaphor sounds sentimental. I let it slide, but only the ugly satisfies the literary mind. I find peace in Eliot, Dickinson, Bukowski, Waits, while I push away Yeats, Keats… others.