Darla knows what it's like to sideswipe, ricochet, merge and burn into an oncoming soul. Darla's got the scars to prove it. Worse yet, Darla's attempts to tell her story to the white coat right in front of her is a waste of time. Nobody's there. Thank the gods she's got Art to speak on her behalf. But damn it if Darla keeps pushing her foot on the gas and travels the highways with eyes tightly shut. Voyage au bout de la nuit. Old dreams dredge up new fears. Darla's afraid she's not really here/there. In fact, she may be the object she's been chasing all this time. No wonder he's been so elusive! And the heartburn! And the headache! Oh, the insulin resistance, too!
Cupid's got me in a headlock. The Fever! The Fever! Love has shoved a katana through my heart.
Well Darla, we need what we need even if it's the last thing we want. We seek a cure for the wound that never heals.
The universe provides. Enjoy the ride.
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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