Monday, March 1, 2010

Ducks on a pond


Sometimes my mind just races and races and races. The wheels keep turning until I cannot even articulate my thoughts. Blank. Stares. Thoughts. Numb. It's a vicious cycle. First my mind gets going then frustration sets in because I am violently trying to settle my mind. Then it just starts all over.

Time is like an hourglass fixated on a table. It only turns over with the dawn. But that is not enough.

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