Angels Will Follow Me.

I'm learning not to sweat as much. I didn't sweat too much before, but last night (during one of the worst headaches of my life) I had a lot of time to think while waiting for the pills to kick in, and in one moment, it was like I stepped off the edge of the cliff where my pursuers had hounded me to, and instead of hitting the ground immediately, I'm still falling - and falling is just another version of flying.

Perhaps ignoring the looming earth is delusional, but it is also like this song by Lissie, "Everywhere I Go."