Yes, I know that another 24 hours has gone drunk and wasted into the sunset compared to all the could and shoulds ruminating in the unswept closets of my mind, but I am not ready yet. I have taken the bandage off the seamed red line of guilt for all those days gone drunk and wasted, and I have just said now, “I am not ready yet.”  It heals the injury and sweeps the closets gone dusty, and takes back my right to reach tomorrow with a choice, so I can ask the clear question of what do I need, as I walk from here through linear time with nonlinear me–one whistling at the other.