The Art of Maintaining or Criss-Cross Applesauce With My Depression

Sit with it. On the floor, Indian style, no I mean criss-cross applesauce. But in my mind it will forever be Indian style when I’m alone with just the rug. Because that’s the voice that chirps in playback in the nickelodeon of my memories.

Sit on the rug. Now you know why you are here. To face your toughest critic, your biggest enemy, your all time…