a stray cat

Those moments when I find myself sitting on my bed, petrified, suffocating at the thought of all the things that need to be done, things that will happen, things that will follow the latter, things I need to make happen, people I need to talk to, decisions I need to make... the thought of life itself, actually, of the entity of it all tumbling from nowhere upon my poor head. A universe, an endless chain of events and changes. My brain steaming, my eyes widened with terror and my tongue unable to move for a few moments. Weird? Oh well... this is me. I guess I'm something of a stray cat: I don't want any obligations, any responsibilities... aimlessness is all there is.