Written December 31, 2006 – January 6, 2007
stress is the trigger,
the unavoidable catalyst.
every year, this time of year,
I fall into the trap.
’tis the season of joy,
and I feel like Charlie Brown.
though I intend to confide in you,
I retract in fear.
it is too much.
too many excuses can I make,
too many promises can I break.
I am afraid.
it is all happening again:
another year of perpetual hurt,
the electric shocks and waterfalls.
I seek some solace.
honey, listen to me.
there is no reason; it just is.
ask Kurt1, ask on Tralfamadore.
I can’t take this.
has this ever hurt you?
our heartsick alcoholic understood,
but I was just looking for some company.
I need you to relate.
all I ask is patience,
a serene sit-down heart-to-heart,
where I tell you this and you tell me,
I will be all right.
- Kurt Vonnegut, an American author [↩]