you guessed it

Being sick humbles me. I feel rather helpless and vulnerable when I'm not well. It's funny how all my independent thoughts and desires are vaporized at the mere onset of symptoms. I need a caretaker immediately, preferably my mom. Maybe illness is, in fact, the great equalizer. It brings us together, in a manner of speaking. When you are sick you need a doctor, or medicine, or maybe just someone to bring you a cup of soup and some chamomile tea. Regardless of the form of your need, someone else ultimately comes into play. Interesting. Another thing I noticed about being sick is the intrinsic connection between your mind and body. I had the flu, so my entire body ached, I felt weak, and my head had a hard time catching up with any physical movement. As this was happening, my mood became attenuated, my thoughts quiet. As much as we in the West try to compartmentalize life, we have to accept that it's all connected. We are all connected.



She eats nectarines with honey and spends her daddy's money so easy
She cuts cherry pie while she looks you in the eye so easy
The innocent naivety of hairless cheek
The politics of generosity make me weak

You put it on me then left me lonely
You put it on me, you put it on me

There's an assassin out to get me and they claim that she's never missed
The one with an ex-lover whom she claims to have never kissed
We turned at twenty paces for love as a duel and we stood as still as stone
I can't imagine that this is in the best interest of flesh and bone