Sweet,
Sour,
Soundless,
It doesn’t matter.
Just give me dreams.
My mind was restful,
But my body protested.
In May I shivered,
Neck throbbing, extra.
Upper arm aching with morality.
Filled with fight,
against that newly historic illness.
But I could not rest,
Easy or hard.
But I will persist into the sunrise.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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