Why does my mind race? Very few things and even fewer people calm me. Outside and away, a butterfly on my arm, standing in a stream or walking a ridgeline, Roz can sometimes make me focus, and anything John Wayne was in or most westerns work for a little while. Sleep eludes me most nights. I sleep for a few fleeting hours, if its longer, I toss and turn and dream fantastic, sometimes horrible dreams. I can work on an engine and be thinking about our crumbling nation. Its a weird, double-edged curse. I get great enjoyment talking about or writing about the thoughts that tumble through but imagine waking in the middle of the night for even a few seconds and your brain shoves a thousand words through before you can get to the bathroom. I suppose it makes for an interesting life but its time to try and keel over for the night..LOL catch ya later.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 01:00:00 +0000
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