Emotions strangle our every thought and breath

Somewhat in disbelief that I actually put myself in another room and sat down to do a few little posts. Different thoughts, just at random. Things interrupt me very easily. My mind can go which-way-and-that. A change of song or a thought crept up disguised as another thought. But then if I think too hard, I get stumped and just end up spewing a bit of nonsense to keep the writing going.

What else is writing? I’ll probably re-read this a couple times to see what I think, and if I’m conveying myself the way I want to convey myself. It doesn’t have to be perfect but just to try and get the message across, even though that’s not necessarily in my control, as we all look at things and read people in different ways. I find it funny that a thought or a memory can change at the drop of a conversation. A certain piece of information can reform the entire memory.

I once had a great night with friends and family, and at the end, upon leaving, a friend was struck across the face by a passer-by, completely nonsensically. I now look back on that night with this anxious anticipation. Strange way of putting it, but it’s true.

Everything is cuddled in emotions. That’s a bit cute. If I was feeling worse, I would’ve chosen a different verb. Like, strangled. That might be more fitting.

Emotions strangle our every thought and breath. Interesting.