The Mess #7
I have stopped watering the mess and the plants are wilting and dying. Is the mess really dying? No. Really its just changing, thank goodness change is eminent; it is the only constant I am aware of. I am feeling a bit better, every day my body changes a little. I am in less pain at least; I wish I could sleep more. I realize that i don't remember what it's like to feel physically good or rested anymore; I don't suppose I will. I feel now as though I'm in about the same stage as the mess. I'm worn out. But there is still a part of me that survives - the spirit is a powerful thing, perhaps our greatest attributes of existence as humans.
I have stopped watering the mess and the plants are wilting and dying. Is the mess really dying? No. Really its just changing, thank goodness change is eminent; it is the only constant I am aware of. I am feeling a bit better, every day my body changes a little. I am in less pain at least; I wish I could sleep more. I realize that i don't remember what it's like to feel physically good or rested anymore; I don't suppose I will. I feel now as though I'm in about the same stage as the mess. I'm worn out. But there is still a part of me that survives - the spirit is a powerful thing, perhaps our greatest attributes of existence as humans.
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