storm

I do not expect empathy, sympathy anything at all. But for God's sake - I do wish this would go away.

I think I will walk by the creek and listen to the water. I will watch the leaves float away and decide the best way to fuck up my life . . . because it is coming . . . make no mistake, there is a wild hurricane settling on me - on all of us. I am merely in the eye of the storm, apparently calm, but deceptively so.

How in the hell did I become this way?