Lost In Haste

The conversation kept playing through my head like a broken record last night. The words ran through the corridors of my mind, preventing by body from slipping into blessed unconsciousness. No, not running but echoing with an infinite power through a large cavern or imposingly tall stairwell…

I’m not really sure what to think. It was kind of a joke, said in the heat of the moment. I hadn’t expected such an answer, such a response. No, never in a million years would I have even dreamed what would have happened…

It was said and can’t really be taken back. Oh, how I wish it could be, wish those words would just vanish from existence. ..but should I really be focusing on it? This is what I do, what I’ve always done. And I’m not sure I can ever stop, even as hard as I try. Over analyzing has gotten me into more trouble than all my other stupid stunts and foolish choices combined.

I’m sure I’m over thinking this time…but there is just a nagging doubt in my mind and no matter what I do, I can’t quench it.

But as Freud would say, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. I think for once I should listen to him instead of me…