Life as omelette

More of the same, I guess.

To live is to dip your finger into that pool of screeching noise. There, you have but the faintest control. Over anything. Even yourself. And your own feelings. The concussing, violent amalgam of hope, and despair, and all their cousins, will become deafening. But at any one moment you can pull back. Unplug.

Calm the tremors. Cut the sound. Take that needle of your emotions. Stop them from turning round and round. Ease down your eyelids, and enjoy the silence.

It is too much to take, anyway. Nobody can live non-stop forever. You need a vacation from life, every now and then.

After all, we are only human.

Right?