Dear Mind, why can't you stay still? Don't wonder into the past, it's gone. Don't dwell too much into the present, it will pass. Don't worry about the future, it's not here yet. Stick with me, we'll do this together - at my pace, not yours.
Dear Diary, I am starting to notice it. I can't say 'it may be nothing, it happened before, if it hasn't, it will' anymore. I mean it won't harm or kill me or anything like that, but it's strange. If I look back, I can see something constant, always