Heartburn.

Catch a breath! Sip a drink! Plug it in! Pull it out!

Mind boggling issues : (i) Sometimes it's hard. Because there are times when I have no idea what you have in mind because of the walls you keep around yourself. (ii) I hate procrastination. Yet I can't help it. (iii) My naked knees they are, runned down, they are, blackened by the sun where my impatient hands sit jitters, oh all kind of jitter. (iv) Disillusionment : Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. YES. YES. YES. YES. YES! Whoa. 'Nuff said.
Ever heard of old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings? Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines? I say, wicked! No biggie, better days will come. Move along now.
And, oh, books, I miss you dearly, sincerely, humorlessly.