Quietness is hard

Trying to quiet my thoughts and soul with some Jasmine tea at the Ugly Mug. It is relaxing watching the tea to seep in the steamy water. Not enough though.

Thoughts on going back to Prozac highlight the other negative thoughts swirling in my head. Being zombified on Prozac would make a lot of things easier. Like the fact that I don’t get to the Univ. Dist. early enough to really relax and enjoy my drink before work.

Is my life like this Leaning Tower of Pisa, always looking like it’s going to come crashing down but somehow holding steady? Or is the lesson that I am a broken toy on a shelf in the back collecting dust.

And thoughts like these are why I am no where near quietness in my mind.