Waking up to my own clashing thoughts have taken away from my ever-increasing need for good slumber. These jumbled and non-linear thoughts have cluttered my mind and have permeated into my entire body just these past few days. Tried to shake them off by consciously removing them from the "recent docs" file and boxing them to storage, but of course deliberate action further encumbers what I only want to be mere daily routine. I grappled with rationality, fully derived from personal experience, or lack there of, and with balancing feelings and analyzing details. Hoping to suppress too much thinking and to ossify my emotions, but failing miserably at such attempts, my human defense to flee instinctively commenced as i awoke to an irritating psycho bombarding the house with endless phone calls Saturday morning. I suppose I was ready to escape the reality in which I found myself entangled, perhaps even to deny it. Hence, I mechanically and hastily laced up my comfort, in search of "me" time. Requiring no effort nor strategy, my body automatically rushed en route to the postal office, always shooting to surpass my "pr". Though I knew my odds to encounter clarity, even a temporary fix, were close to nil, something, something even rudimentary, gave me exactly that. (Okay, so clarity is far too generous of a word, pero a lo menos, for a few seconds i found myself in a sweet dream, clearly evident by the gleaming smile of my fatigue heart as well as the outward expression of a meek grin.) My legs had carried me but three blocks from home, where unexpectedly a cathartic buzzing drowned my thoughts. I slowed, first slightly, then almost to a complete standstill. I turned to the sound echoing from the darkness of a common cave, also known as a garage in metropolitan civilization. There, motionless and expressionless, sat an innocent child, a young boy. Behind him hovered a large and grown man of the same skin and hair color, likely his father. The moment of eyecontact with the man carried me two blocks further. Looking, I saw - father and son- trust and respect. A passing moment, a simple setting, but what an impact! I intended to press onward until my muscles would not hold my body at a steady pace, as I have done so many times prior, to release frustration and emotions I can not articulate. Somehow seeing the father and son together tremendously calmed me; perhaps reminding me of the simple joys in life.