this morning #2155.

this morning, it was all about his frame of mind but regrettably this time the frame had been bent. an unfortunate accident. now, no matter how many times he tried to make the picture fit, it just wouldn’t work. not yet. with no choice but to sit solo & sift through his odd thoughts, he bought a coffee & plopped down in an empty booth near the back of the cafe. his mind continued to race. he took a pen & notebook from his bag. perhaps he could write the rage away. he turned to a blank page. tried slowing his brain down enough to catch a thought. a few minutes passed. all he had to show for it was empty lines. it only made him angrier. he wanted to yell but who’d even care? that sense of slight was a big part of the problem.