From here, the days just keep getting shorter. This is what informs my day
What would you do if you knew you could not fail? this is the test to know what you should spend you life doing. it is suppose to be rhetorical and/or asked by every guidance counselor of every pimply faced teenager who doesn’t know yet what they want to do. I didn’t know then – or I did but it wasn’t considered a wise career choice.
My answer now? – no longer live through the vagaries of chronic pain – find a way to free myself from the unrelenting haunt that are, the constraints of living that are, physical pain and mental anguish.
What I once wished was to be a poet – to varying degrees I am that now, I live it and it is possibly pain that has given me this aspect, pain that has offered me clarity through pain controlling medications, pain has offered me poetry that does not belong on even the most interesting hallmark cards.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 