a weak body is as close to me as the very skin, you and I are under a weighted blanket draped over me daily. needles have poked me many times before, and will many times more, but there was a lot today. being forced to become a quitter and a failure is something that simply can’t be understood by anyone who has had fewer needles poke them. I ask this: is relaxing the most punishable…
I was told not to look for gasps but what of the gasps, themselves? gasps of breath get the Night Air into your lungs, just the one thing you’ve always done the summers of my childhood: run and run and run I was swinging on a swing I ran to tonight. I know you might not believe it, in fact, you shouldn’t, but I had a front-row seat to the Moon. I was sitting across…
Someone said, “chronic pain is psychological torment.” Truer words were never written; the layers upon layers are like a beast eating away at itself until its end. Isn’t the body a mere shell, to keep your mind and soul? Isn’t pain a mere discomfort tarnishing the body–independent, detached, and trivial? Torment is reserved for inward troubles. To be tormented by pain of the body is to be a baby, crying to its mother. Whether these…