Back In the Swim

It is becoming obvious that I need to take a vacation - from myself. I have become too serious, too earnest, and not ridiculous enough. The world will keep turning when I am dead, surely that is a truly happy thought. I should not want to be a burden to anyone; ask any autumn leaf. Atlas needs a break, maybe a trip to a spa, or too an Olympic size swimming pool an empty one with no water in it, there I would be happy to be a fish out of water to swim in all that happiness and if the world climbed onto my back again, I would shake it off me, for the world is just water and far too heavy to be carried around. I most probably need to blow my nose hard to see if my brains fall out; now that would be a happy moment!