X-mas lights abandoned, hastily dumped into a box,
just ready to be done with
at the time.
My mind, my thoughts all tangled together. I start to pull at one knot
only to be caught on the multitude that is intertwined.
I can not extract.
I can not.
The memories rain down, the ultimate deluge. The damn no longer can contain.
Emotions burst forth, through, over and around. The torrent rushes
possessed of anger, sadness
and shame.
The foundation of sane stability utterly washed away.
A man, a shell, inside a quivering baby;
is all that remains.
Brandoyd! 
Does this mean that you are not going to help me and Jason put the lights on the Oak tree this Christmas?
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