“Enjoy my body, I will take it away from you in my own time”
I do not know. That should be my catch-phrase; I do not know. Lily is patient and understandable and it’s been lovely. Everything is normal with me, I could complain just like you all could complain, but I have other things to think about. I think I passed normalcy when I was born. Or maybe that one time when I wore no pants to school in 3rd grade and my friend gave me sharpies to draw on pants with, and I did.
I’m still in the game, is what I’m saying. But barely. Is also what I’m saying. I miss things, and things have been missed by me. Music is good to the ears, but so painful, as is watching my little sister blink. Her pretty much all-around frail eyelids fluttering over the dismay her eyes hold.
If I do not longer know what having a good time is, then I guess these would be my good times. When things are a bit apprehensive, and I’d take that over a complete and utter storm any day.
I guess I can take breaths now.
