Perhaps some would find it easier to deal with losses in lives. For some who are just down right depressed, it is just much harder.

Without any sleep, with all the crazy running thoughts about this and that, he is totally exhausted, without any chance for rest.

Consider a totally restless folk who just can’t stop his mind from running. Poor fella indeed. But think for a moment: does anyone’s brain ever stop until death?

No, it doesn’t. But trains of thoughts come and go, and only a handful for them are being remembered, and even less of them are being told, no matter how worthwhile the stories are.

So here it is, to chronicle the unrecordable.