The writings of a borderline madman. Dawn climbs the horizon yet not. As the dark brew ground fine brews to steamy hot. Awake though lesser in aware. Unbalanced with vision blurred by bloodshot. To nothing doest unfocused stare. Despite the effort of Sandman to lull with coo. Night upon night doest his call be stilled. Save a nod overtaken for an hour or mayhaps two. Alone in the dark and dreary.

Instilling fear and helplessness into some of the bravest, strongest,. For making them and their families. Adjust their lives to accommodate your repulsive presence. For cutting lives short,. Forcing people to say their goodbyes way before they want to,. Way before they should have to. What am I supposed to say to my hypochondriac friend.

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Inside the Mind of a Lunatic. I know that dwelling in the past leads to nothing good,. But I find it hard not to look back and realize,. That with time I have become. That innocence, that desire to be helpful,. That want to make the world a better place,. Has faded into the background, maybe lost forever. Maybe I have become too self-centered;. I behave as if the world revolves around me. That my problems are the biggest of problems. Yet, I find myself confused, for I often believe,.

To my readers; I enjoyed this article very much. I feel compelled to share it. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend,. Who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.