this morning #1158.

this morning, i had to step outside for a second, flee the insanity of the damp, dark indoors & the people within. brought my cup of coffee out onto the porch. set it down to let it cool. tried to cool my damn head too. leaned on the rail facing north. lit up a smoke. took that first drag. cleared my throat. off in the woods, a creature let out a wounded wail, a coincidental call & response across the yard with the current uproar going on inside my home. i was stuck between these cries for help. felt so damn alone, my nerves slowly being broken down by all the sounds surrounding me. how am i going to drown it all out? if i don’t find my piece of mind soon, i’m going to lose my mind altogether.