Good Or Bad, I Was One Of The Ones

Up early this morning. But then again, why would this day be any different from the next or any other?I am always up early.But today was different.The rain was misty and damp to say the least.Spring has sprung.I know.But yet, somehow, the winter is afraid to lose its grip and embrace the warmth.I get that. I find myself stuck with another one of those, “impasse” feelings as if to be lost at a crossroad between the past, the future, and the decision to go either left or right.I had another one of those dreams again.I woke up to realize that there’s no use falling back to sleep. So, I stood up. I got in my car.And I drove home.Maybe I have already told you too much.Or maybe I have told you nothing of substance or worthy enough for you to see where I’m coming from.Maybe my confessions fell short and the priest was just an imposter in a uniform, recording my plea so that he can testify against me in the court of law.Maybe I overplayed my hand which always leads me to worry or fear that…