Even the Small Things

Sometimes it feels like problems are tattoos sunk into my skin, irreversible and uncounterable. Most of all, they're inescapable; they are everywhere I am, and everywhere I will be, waiting, demons in the shadows. Even small tasks go inconceivably wrong. I don't doubt that other people are not so plagued, for who, trailed by these, ambushed by them, would ever leave the shelter of their house?