Brain don’t fail me now.

I feel this burn inside, from head to toe. It is an odd feeling, one that I brought on, I conjured up. Is it regret? It is sadness? Is it frustration? Some days even a week can be bad, something just not hitting home, something that sets the matter upstairs in a wrong direction. The matter that makes each of us an individual, a person, with unique and own thoughts. That matter that controls the so called ship or pod that walks this earth. I have had a few hard knocks this week, something just not clicking, the lack of focus, the italian passion, not sure. Sometimes I feel as though...