**Flashback: August days

Some August Day

“When the pen screams, I write.”

And I feel like screaming this week.

Just a whole ball of emotions: myself, others, family, stuff. It’s like being in the center of a generator with the electricity spiking down to the ground around me, through me, and I just take it.

Thorough exhaustion. My brain feels crammed with too much stuff “To Do”.

– Work “To Do”
– School “To Do”
– Life “To Do”
– Family “To Do”
– Future “To Do”
– Me “To Do”

I need a break. Otherwise I might be the one that breaks. I’ll wake up one morning and have no idea what I’m supposed to do next. No, wait, that’s when I hit 90 or something, dementia doesn’t set in until after retirement, which for my generation may be never…


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