I was bored...
Eye’s closed, nothing said. Sounds of each rain drop as it hits the cement below my feet. Sounds of cars passing by relentlessly. Though no words emit from my mouth, there are too many in my head to keep control of. Eye’s still closed, seeing in my head the tornado of pictures from the past like a puzzle in my mind trying to piece them together to end the torment of my thoughts. Thinking, of an excerpt from the book I am reading, “…is it possible to be claustrophobic and yet fear open spaces, too?” Each day the puzzle in my head becomes different, different pictures, people and thoughts. By the conclusion of each night I come close to completion, then it falls apart and the tornado starts again…