A Mental Note

Dear Currie,

I am so sad. I gasp for air in the night and dream of frogs who jump on my bed. The worst nightmare was of my leg, covered in swollen and sticky barley pearls and little black worms were slithering out from the center of each one. I scratched these moonbeam predators but they would not come off.  I feel panicked most turns of the clock; in a hurry to do what? My joints suffer and I seize my limbs instead of the day.  Has this life been a complete waste of speeding years. I fear that time is running out and the world will miss my entire point(s). Tell me Currie. What would you do if you were me?

Love The Plant Keeper