wrong place, right time.

I have been sleeping on the couch for the past 3 days.

I have a bed.

I have a room.

Why can't I just sleep there?

Great question.

I realized that each day I became more confused with my feelings, the more naturally I gravitated towards my new sleeping place. I was comfortable. The couches are rock hard. 

I feel like I was pushing myself out of my own room. It is about as much of a mess as my mind was. 

I feel I have successfully cleared my mind and as a symbol I cleared my bed.

I'm going to go sleep there now, after I draw and write a back dated blog. 

Party Mentality Part II

Till next time...