Divide by zero

 My brain wounds itself into coils of negative thoughts then springs them on to me unwarranted. I calculate in circles whether this is regressive age or the aftermath of trauma. The chasm echoes in fractal hostility, and dubiousness multiply into a million unsought pieces. It becomes expressed  through a tangent of unpleasant characteristics. I sometimes feel like an etch-a-sketch, filled with absurd scribbles that gradually wipes itself out into a darkened slate entirely. Divide by zero, start again.