What the Heck

I should be quarantined from the world.  Not from an infectious disease but from my negativity being just as contagious.  Nostalgia dangles a broken past in front of me the same way I dangle delectable fish in front of my feline friends.  7078 is yellow thread weaved into my bleak gray color scheme in my life's loom.  This is my redundant metaphor yet the only way I can explain my self torture effectively.  I thank the world for there oblivion to this technological keeping of my inner thoughts.