I’ve had too many meltdowns, I’ve written many times about them. Here I am trying so hard to pull myself out of one, on the side of the road. I figured maybe I could write myself out of this one.

It’s not working well at all though as it’s too dark inside to write. This thing called existing is becoming more difficult by the day. Please fix yourself soon Marty, or soon there will be nothing left of you to fix.

As I stare out at Mother Nature, I can almost see her staring back and asking what’s wrong. No matter really as I don’t have much to say other than a simple question.

Are these thoughts exclusive to mankind?