this morning #372.

this morning, nothing he did helped. large cups of english breakfast tea on the back porch. a short stint in the brookstone bk-250 massage chair. keeping npr on in the background. “hare krishna hare krishna.” he couldn’t shake the feeling that his feelings had begun to slowly spiral out of control. apprehension begat isolation. isolation begat alienation. alienation begat trepidation. an aversion to asking others for assistance had landed him in this sticky situation, where he was on his own, afraid of most people. saviors come in strange forms though. he’d find that out when his younger brother showed up unannounced at his front door.