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Anxiety. Is a magic pill really necessary? What if my anxiety is trying to tell me something - to save my life?
Deriving is something I used to do when I did calculus. Haven't used that once since college, probably because I decided mechanical engineering was not my calling. It's just as well, writing much better suits me. That didn't stop me from trying to fit into the "man's land" of technology for twenty years, though. It paid.
Why would I "tame" any part of myself? I'm no danger to anyone, with my wild hair and my wild ideas. I'm no fist-clenching whirling dervish.
Sometimes I think my life is uneventful
9/11
my aunt being murdered
my uncle being murdered
And then I realize it's not
And I'm grateful that it's not moreso.
She peeled out on the wet pavement as she pulled a U-turn. The cop got mad and signaled for her to stop. "Well, how was I supposed to know the tires would squeal?"
Disk recovery
Lost segments of files
Corruption
And the orderly platters spin into chaos
Blue screen of death
Time's up
Some things start out, out of warranty
And no one comes to their rescue.
City sounds threaten me. I grew up on a dirt dead-end street, and even though pavement came, today that street remains quiet. It's peaceful. When I visit my parents, I take a nap. This city hums continually.
Suits and bellbottom pants
Snowmen, horseshoes
Stroke or mild setback
Comprehension
Things above
Darkness
Time stood still the day you and I
We
You remember
But I don't.
The horizon appeared as an indistinct line between fog-topped ocean and cloud-filled sky. "Sailing today will be rough," she thought.
Drops of rain, teardrops
Sky, cheeks
Earth, this handkerchief
Sand, the sting of deeds done and left undone
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