And some days I just tend to sleep in. I don't wish to do the things I once wanted to. I love it , I love it all, I really do, but I just can't get my body to move or make an effort. No I'm not lazy. I'm a hard worker and it is something I take pride in.
The idea of eating makes me sick at the outset and caffeine is all I think about. It soothes my body in an ascending warmth traveling from my throat to my wiggling toes. It's as if someone just put a protective shield over me.
And I read.
I read to forget and to be forgotten- to elate new wounds and to heal the aged ones.
I read to escape, to decamp, to bolt.