I feel a chicken has escaped its cage as my mind is whirling and I can't sleep. My head spins off in so many different directions. Worry crawls in with nothing to belong to, so in desperation it clings to everything. I should take a Xanax as that would put me out of my misery. The chicken would be caught, caged and sleep would ensue. But I have to be functional tomorrow morning and Xanax knocks worry so far away that all I am able to do is nap and sleep. My mind can not grasp anything under its influence and I find myself lost in a dismal, nay cheery fog.
How I hate this damn chicken right now. Run and flocking, rubbing worry deep into every inch of my mind. Soon Worry shall invite its friends, Fear, Anger and Loneliness, as Worry really does prefer to socialize with the worst. Mr Monkey, would you please take care of this chicken? Someone shoot the damn thing! What's one less at this moment?
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