so much to do. but my head is everywhere, as are my stomach and my heart.

i miss my diaryland friends.

the cicadas are everywhere as well. i cannot step on my sidewalk without touching a carcass or a bug.

what was once lovely is now oozy and just too much slaughter.

those noisey kids collecting them in their containers. i felt like snatching them away from them and yelling at them. "No! they've lived their whole lives for this you cannot put them in a plastic container until they die!"

but then i remembered i once did it too.

it reminds me a bit of Margot in Ray Bradbury's All Summer in A Day

I saw that in elementary school and it made me cry. I somehow related to it. I wrote a poem about it a couple of years ago, It's in one of my countless unfinished notebooks, somewhere among my clutter.