FOR S:
Apologies.
It could be a kind of paralysis without a name, sans logic. It's a kind of illness, of the mind or a part of the physical body. No matter. It was there, day in and day out. An inscrutable enemy that grips you with its tentacles.
And the laptop's thought processes went askew. The gadget helped keep in secret the thoughts of the lone wolf walking the night. Sleep is an aberration of mad men.
And then the decision to take a sabbatical leave from social media.
Could not take this plethora of personal messages, sad and irksome. The anger is there ready to surface, nay, explode in words but could it change the situation? Will the wayward husband go back to the wife who gave her three beautiful intelligent girls? And the niece is sick of cancer.
There are memories that don't go away; they are like rocks that decided to settle in a corner of the mind.
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