Don’t Listen

Even after all these years of me, I’m still surprised by how close the dark thoughts linger.

When the meds run low in my system (late, late at night or way too early in the morn), Doom crawls into my ear and whispers. Horrible, tragic things are promised: cancer, car accidents, heart attacks, strokes.

“Right around the corner they wait. Listen, you can hear their toenails scratch against the floor. They are coming. They are coming! THEY ARE COMING!”

Yep, the crazy still surprises me and makes my skin crawl.

No wonder nobody touches me.

Until Tuesday (travel day tomorrow)…


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