I am ill today.
In more ways than one.
Heavy insides ready to burst forth with my blood sacrifice for this month. The pains are thick, so is the emotion.
my brain works differently than some and I know this.
I have always known this.
I have been told by doctors all through out my life that the polar oposites of me can make life and love unbearable. Pills forced down my throat at a young tender age.
Forced down by wishful thinking of cures.
Cures for my brain.
The way it thinks.
The way it feels.
The way it acts out. . .
but I feel. . .
I feel like my brain is wonderful and lush with swirls of creation and thought I love to delve into. The only problems I see with my brain are the labels and pills that were beaten into me that now I swim through to find my genuine thought.
The last few days have been heavy with emotion and reflection. So today I rest and let the pains and tears lull me to sleep because…I am ill today… In more ways than one.