It can also be a horrific nightmarish Hades of many slow and agonizing tortures. I feel so annoyed. To be perfectly honest, I can't say what story my body would tell. I realize I ain't figured out shit. You asked and I am.
Thoughts are breech.
They run away from me. First quick, then falling silent. Then quick again. And I am curious how one can write in such chaos. I need silence.