Anxiety Rich

Can't anxiety be a commodity? I wish it could. The people at the corner, the jail cell that appears behind the time of a weeks end. Go away I say. But spooks, witches, and skulls are upon this land and my heart fills with joy. Reject the pain giver, quiet solace in my heart. Let it all be silenced. For what can we do except find some moments. Shut out the noise, shut out the confusion. Happy dead we are not.

Point to remember from and uneventful afternoon

- Organization brings control when there is none.