ignore them as i might, the bees in my belly, and ants in my pants arnt cooperating.
its like a battle of wills between the logic center in my brain, and the pressure buildup in my heart. mind over matter or going with the flow. its a terrible combo, a "one-two" gut punch and slap in the temples that have me stir crazy. over thinking over reacting, over zealous. or is it the not so secret sly assassin known as guilt. the guilty feeling that ive did it to myself again, that beyond my better judgement and cautions i went head first, guns blazing, with limited ammo and still raw wounds from the last quagmire.
