Friends

I fight an inner turmoil of my own mind. I really need to give it a rest, but can't. Like right now, I should go lay down on my bed and just lay there, but instead I feel compelled to fill this blog. I don't know why my mind won't shut down; why it won't leave me alone. It's as if my life were the sensation of thirst and the only beverage was syrup.

I think it is my few friends that keep me sane. My friends know that I'm obtuse and they don't judge nor do they seem to care. I owe a lot to them. They give me that sip of water I need from time to time.