Playing Broken Records


Woke up with my mind going off on the same broken records about this person, that person, this situation blah…. It was a pretty long incessant chatter.  Then it dawned on me, it was me who keeps playing these records and I am glued to it and I abandon my doors for thieves etc…  Then I remembered I needed to just shut up. 

Today was another day of pain.  I felt so sick, I felt deathly sick.  I felt a choker around my thymus, it was dark brown, some sort of grief engulfing me.  I also had a bad headache.