How I wish for cloudy days...
I've never before in my span of thirty-three years on this plane been so sensitive to the heat. The sun has become enemy number one. Sure, I had Shingles back in April and it seems ever since that I've been feeling worse and worse, inclined to do nothing but lie on the floor with my cold eye mask on my face. Vacuuming the apartment now brings the dry heaves with it. And the fatigue! I've always suffered from chronic fatigue since I've had mono but the waking world is like a dream in which my feet are struggling to travel through wet cement.
In other news I've been asked by Every Day Poets if I can rewrite a poem I submitted to them. I've been struggling with the rewrite. I don't know if it can be rewritten. But, yes, I'll try within the time limit I have to do so.
In other news I've been asked by Every Day Poets if I can rewrite a poem I submitted to them. I've been struggling with the rewrite. I don't know if it can be rewritten. But, yes, I'll try within the time limit I have to do so.