Time flies, bzzzle bzz in Book Title.

I opened this page to put to print the thoughts that plague me. Nooses; always quietly plotting each piece of string, rope, cord, cloth that I see into the practiced slipknot and then me- quieted away to the closest. And then these thoughts- quieted away.

It’s an intrusive thought. Alien. Space invading. Rent-free intellectual property.

I just want to feel safe. Safety and love are synonyms. Happiness is to safety as happiness is to love.

Happiness : safety = happiness : love

Intrusive nooses suffocate my thinking. I clutch at my throat like I could wrench loose the finger of thought.