A balmy summer's night. Anxiety.
Holidays by the sea, endless days of loveliness in a beloved home, even re-awakened dreams. Back to the city for a necessary (and joyfully anticipated) catching-up on civilisation.
And then,
bill-paying hassle,
computer warnings,
little aches and pains and a lot of tiredness,
no access to my addiction,
and the sudden realisation that my life is not at all on track.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world
(Gary Jules: Mad World)
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