Date: 29.04.2008
Time: 8:55 a.m.
Car rides make me sick
As do the spinning lights above my head
Blinding the bleary stare
And two eyes that open reluctantly,
I have words only when I’m cold
The cold gnawing at my soul
None when there is contentment
Not even a whisper when there is a smile;
These rapid motions make my stomach lurch
Frail arms failing to lift the feather
Shaking hands fumbling at the keys of sound
An ordinary bruise sorer than ever
A walk, dizzying in itself
A climb — a descent to further weakness.
End: 8:58 a.m.
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