Last night was crazy

I had a therapy cocktail, it was a bitter-sweet mixture: Intersections of funk and jazz cut with sharp reflections on the chaos of a wrecked relationship and five years of bad choice. I was swaying in the angst, gesticulating wildly like a missionary. I was talking into glass, and screaming in wind. The evening was like a slide show, except the projections were in voluntarily reawakening of deep frailties. I was part to a slo-mo glimpse of the beauty of our life...