Tuesday, June 7, 2016


Man, I am glad that the storm that came through my own hometown was hyperbole.  Since Hurricane Charlie wrecked my home, any hint of a storm sends me into an anxiety-ridden depression.  PTS, I guess I suffer from it.  That and many other things, too.  But suffering is universal and there is enough to go around.  Best thing to do would be to keep it to myself.

The morning is gloomy and there will be rain.  Gloomy mornings don't bother me.  I just need to quit thinking about the future.  After spending a lifetime of not thinking about it, it has creeped up on me with a viciousness, though.  Why didn't I listen?  I thought the story of the grasshopper and the squirrel was funny.  I've fiddled away the summer and winter's coming.

I've never thought about the past, either, but it has overtaken me as well.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws 
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

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