My life seems to move in phases.

The phases sometimes see like they are , well, too........

Too much sex.

Too many drugs.

Too many friends to bury.

Too much pain.

Too busy.

Too much alone time.

Too much food.

Too many questions.

Too much head.

Too little heart.

Too lonely.

Too needy.

Too independent.

Too political.

Too much joy.

Too little sex.

Too much me.

Too little me.

Too trusting.

Too naive.

Too hard assed.

Too..................

RLB  - 6/9/2