Anger like a physiological earthquake as a daily adventure

That's wording it fairly accurate, the ocean of time, the boat of the body and the storm brought on by circumstances i shall refuse to identify anymore ... but rather think of other ways of releasing the furious anger with words in ways which have a ballasting effect, so i can ride the storm out, and then on some calm morning, be softly gliding down an everglade that musically is like Pachelbel's Canon, and would i then try to word things? A high possibility that merely the act and failure of capturing it would bring on another storm.

It's all brought on by mismanagement of my time and resources, i stain every resource i mention by being who i am, and not really caring for myself what should be done.