I Come Undone

Boy, am I unraveling now. Someone keeps pulling at that damn loose thread. That thread is my sanity, and I bet you just don't know how annoying it is to have someone pull away at your sanity.

But you know what? I think it's you. You're pulling at my thread. Can you please stop? I really don't appreciate this.

No, I did not say pull harder. You're making me unsane. Wait - you mean it's "insane"? Well, it's unsane to me, all right? So deal.

You know, if I had the sanity and the smarts to find you, I would. And then I'd punch your lights out. Then I'd find that thread and rethread it or whatever you do to fix it before someone else tries to wreck my sanity sweater.

Damnit, stop pulling that thread.

Look, I'm soaring now. Like a bird. Real mellow-like. You know, being unsane can't be all that bad. But you know, sanity has its perks too, so please let go of my thread.

And you know what else? I think you stopped understanding this, and damn, now that I think about it, I think I have too.

I've been thinking way too much. I'm going to overload my brain or overheat it or something like that.

Oh well.

Wow, and you thought I was lying when I said it'd be a mad season.

And look, can you quit with that damn thread? It's getting old.