and so it begins.
checking my calendar/agenda 50+ times a day.
planning things, scheduling dates, verifying to see when I have free time.
looking at the same months, same days over and over again until I have my appointments engraved in my brain.
suddenly, there aren't enough hours in a day and summer seems to pass me by.
I wonder if I would be able to survive without planning in advance my days, weeks, months...
what can I do with my obsession?
with the things I cannot see
is there madness in my being?
is it wind that blows the trees?
life would be so much simpler not caring so much about what lies ahead.
