I was in a great space,
until I shared that space.
Then I tripped,
And fell off my perch in the sky.
Back onto the deck in my head space.
The view is not quite as glorious
And I knew the difference.
Today waking up with allergies,
I refuse to tumble further
into my history,
pre-determined destiny.
So, I prop myself up,
With medication,
OTCs,
RXs,
Nasal mists,
And a big glass off ice water.
Let there be a good day.
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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