The incessant, tick-tocking of tedium threatens to drive my already strained mind even deeper into despair, even onto mania, and into madness.

A startling re-visitation of days not forgotten, but long since passed, though they continue to ring true in the Present, and promise to reverberate through what remains of my Tomorrows.

I welcome them, one and all, even if these passions burn right through me, as they are wont to do, because nothing is worse than feeling emotionally unresponsive.

As blank as this screen was before this confession.

And you know… burn victims feel so, so much when set ablaze.

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