All the fun things
that were supposed to happen
this weekend.
Gone.
Because of the coughing, hacking, sneezing
sick me.
All the fun things
that were supposed to happen
this weekend.
Gone.
Because of the coughing, hacking, sneezing
sick me.
Introspection when sick
may cause delusional results.
Forcing yourself to do things
that before you always had to do
since no one else would do them for you.
Realizing you are now in a safe space.
Yesteryear and before the trauma had built.
Looking back,
Can I say I was healthy?
Or merely coping?
I think I did alright
but nowadays I feel lazier than ever.
Except I am not lazy.
I am sick.
Sore muscles.
Rough throat.
Head pounding.
Sick again.
Oh the freaking joy!
My mind is difficult.
My body rejects me.
I speak in strange riddles.
Staring contests I do not mean to initiate.
Focus on my own problems.
Seeing life differently.
I want to be left alone.
Please.
Tattling.
Teasing.
Conversations going nowhere.
Bonding?
How?
I already know that…
Reminiscing about the good old days.
Watching old commercials.
Laughing at the antics.
Talking to others who remember them to.
One liners still quoted.
It will always be the younger
versus the older.
Times change.
Things change.
Technology progresses.
Society progresses –
One way or the other.
Don’t lament the good old days.
Feast yourself
on the new good days.
Not all are equal.
Some are designed to see your reactions.
Others supposed mental acuity.
Many are useless
but society still demands we answer them.
Unable to regulate.
Emotions too high.
Feelings dominate mind.
Anger lashes out.
Guilt crawls behind.
I have not finished the project.
When I am done
I’ll let you know.
You will get it that day.
Until then don’t ask me
when will it be done.