[x]good insomnia.

The body is truly the prison for the soul.

So the anchor is up on the move... and suddenly I don't feel so weighed down with a light in the distance. Now just comes the planning stages, because I want to do this right.

Which leaves me abuzz in thought, even at almost 1am. There's much to do and figure out how I am going to pull this off. What's coming, what's going. What needs to be said and done, before I say my goodbyes...

Goodbyes... Some of them have been a long time coming. God willing, I will leave all the ghosts here in Michigan.

Even the ghost of me.

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