The Brain Pie

I feel myself so divergent - scattered in a thousand mental and emotional directions these days, like ice crystals on my kitchen window. My motto these days is "the brain pie is getting sliced into smaller and smaller pieces". Enough people have heard the slogan so that now I can just say, "The Brain Pie!" while I indicate with my finger a slicing motion over my forehead, and it's clear what I mean and feel. Not exactly where I would like to be and I know that it's all in my hands. I take full responsibility for my hardcore positioning, my feverish moods, my derelict spirit. Oh that I don't explode before going home.