The pain
kept getting worse.
A part of me
wanted to know how much longer I could keep going before I broke down.
The original
problem was not that big a deal therefore when I feel the throat strangulation, I recognize the signs and I’m amused even.
I do not how
I ended up here because believe me; I try to keep you out of my conscious mind.
Too many wounds, too many bruises, too much heartache even I cannot handle the
pressure.
A headache
managed to sneak in amidst all this drama and I’m torn between which pain to
focus on, the physical, emotional, psychological you name it.
So as I
debate whether to sleep or not very well knowing that, that is yet another
battle I have to fight, I am grateful for my habit.
That it is
there when I need it is what everyone never understands.
That in
moments like this, I can depend on it. So when I’m back on my feet, I feel
disloyal simply ditching it.
If you think
that’s a lame story, you clearly have no idea what I’m talking about.
Which is not the case here, it’s however what
a caring person would say and I like to come off as such.
You never know what
illusion I may need to create.
And in that
moment, a solution comes to me…
Create an illusion and make it through the
night.
I can
already feel the pain sliding away…In my mind any way.