It’s ugly when you have to confront your darkest side. When you thought you were all happy and nice. When all the self-lying is saw through. You could be on cloud nine, but still fall to the bottomest level in an instant. Yes I just made up the word “bottomest”. But what do you do with this ugly creature of your heart? Do you bandage it up and try to hide it? Or do you just deal with it. Maybe feeding it TNT will work – it’ll explode into smokes and ashes. And then the sea wind will blow it all off.