Days get much shorter when you cram them full. They used to lollygag, they used to meander through me like they had nothing to do. And indeed, many of them didn’t! Each one looked exactly like the last, each moment dragged along by the one before it. There was a monotone sound to them all, flat and unobtrusive. Sometimes even dull, maybe a bit on the boring side.
But the tune is different now. The pitch has shifted, bouncing off chords that are strung way too tight. It’s a higher, shriller pitch with very few lazy seconds in between each note. There’s a crazed look in the eyes of my days as they teeter on the brink of chaos.
Things suffer while each minute slams up against the next. Important things that used to help me sort out life; writing, meditation, focus on details. Now the days are just a blur. And now the nights are being pulled into the mix as I wake to a cluttered, messy mind.
It sounds like it's time to tame the monkey.
