Wrapped

My demons take a swim tonight. Choppy water impedes their grace. That's a good thing, I think. I am self-aware...haha, but what that gets me is a brain wrapped around ideas and seldom any action. This has been an expanding state of affairs with me. No decline in sight. I get this feeling that I'm on borrowed time. It's a sense, nothing more. 2:11 a.m. A house DJ, Kascade, is what I have downloaded from the mention of Shaun. I have names orbiting not EarthJeremy, but the Jeremy core. A Soul? Crossing paths that energize, stimulate; zap, short circuit. Sometimes too much energy has nowhere to go and not enough has nothing to move. Flow. It's missing at the moment. I think the flow control is impeded by my brain stopping to be wrapped. I see a picture in my head of a wrapped brain being presented as a gift. Bow on top. I wait for my replacement.