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Friday, July 23, 2004
And now a change of pace- She’s tired. The world is left unsettled. Much like her stomach attempting to digest the unhealthy array of food’s she’s consumed lately. Everyday it’s a new headache. A new type of stomach pain. The nausea… and then a near episode of vomiting. Dry heaves that almost go too far. Thoughts seem to bore a vicious sickness-inducing fog into her brain. Never be married. Never be attractive. And her stomach knots up again. The thoughts are released through a burst of warm fever and a minor sweat. There is some shaking. Water is a relief, though she can’t drink much. She thinks a lot about music. She wants to see the sunrise again. She wants it to be okay. Most of all she secretly wishes for the warmth of love again. These feelings will not grow on their own. Her essence demands kata. A possessing kami demands true companionship. Karma, after its final stages of dealing retribution and reward, Demands that she learn the one thing she hasn’t been able to grasp for hundreds of years- Patience. And time is running thin, and short. |
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