Brain is jammed
too many neurons firing off at once
mean--nothing but a psychotic, numbing buzz
So many things to do, undone
Which one first, next, last and after
Sweat trails down my back
I feel a drop down my spine
It's all coming to an end I know
Suddenly tired in the midst of all this
Then up again
What will happen?
Cat will die, gave fluids, pills, pain lotion
Fluid pouch drops from his shoulders to his chest poor thing
and he wants to go out and he can barely walk
Script is not finished
Summer comes to an end
But no!  I can finish the script.
Rally once again, so tired.  
Look up my X's old friend on Facebook?
just torchure, rolling in it
My life, need to go, get out of here