I woke up today feeling blue. Unhappy, somewhat. And with this thought resounding in my head.

Do you peel the labels off your beer bottle while you're drinking?
Someone once told me that to do so meant you were thinking of something, or that you were stressed.

Peel the label.

We all peel labels, and when you get through the skin, all three layers, through the muscle, slosh aside the organs and get down to the bone, you know what you do then?
When you get down to the bone, you haven't got all the way, yet. There's something inside the bone -- the marrow -- and that's what you got to get at. The marrow. But bones are pretty resilient.

Sometimes, beyond the base of everything, there is something deeper. Sometimes, we've got to go beyond the skeleton. To what it is we don't ever say.

But, no matter how messed up life is, it is still held tightly together by the external skin outside. Like our marrow, like our bones, held tightly together by our skin.

What is it that you don't say?
Could it be something that I could figure out?
What is it that you don't ever say?

The most important people in my life. Hold me tightly together, despite my at times, messed up life. You.

Could it be any harder?
It couldn't be any harder.
Without you, here.