Wow!
Its been a while I haven't blogged to this site but, I have been keeping up with my writings elsewhere. Anyway, How are you?
I am well considering that what has befallen me over the last couple of years. It has been nothing short of torture.
By this I mean... I have been stricken with the cobra of age. I have been downgraded yet charged. My corporal stripes have been ripped off my sleeve. I have been demoted physically. A pain abatement has been forced upon me.
I know, pain is a state of mind. But if you are not active in prosperity you have a lot of time to think. The dailies become mundane and every day feels like a Monday after a rainy winter weekend. Drama more drama, yes I am laughing. I am not totally convinced that my bones and muscles wrestle to dominate my mind.
Yet, a state in pain is greater than both mind and matter. Torturous!
57 is equal to a lot of years, months days, hours and minutes. I don't feel 57, whatever 57 years feel like. I feel like spring in my mind. Why can't science capture that essence? They should read pheromones, DNA genome or brain sparks to see what's firing so they can low and behold a miracle inhaler, like Vicks to perk all.
Maybe Vicks Inhaler is a cure-all, my parents used it. My grandparents used. The Latino community on the island swear by it. Did I say my Mom uses it? That WoMan is a Highlander, never been sick, never calls out from work, doesn't even take an aspirin. There's probably cocaine in Vicks.
But I forgot there is a promise that MD promote, Oxycodone. The anesthetic for when reality bites. I hate the stuff and all its side effects. I really hate not feeling in control. The only control I voluntarily surrender to is my wakefulness at bedtime. Even this is becoming a struggle.
A night full of pockets of sleep filled with crazy or scary characters wanting to wake me is what I have. The Nightmares! Nightmares always wanting to convince me that I possess super sensory premonition powers that come from my Nightmares revelation. NOT!
But I do have a phobia, I feel if I don't tell someone about my nightmares, I feel that they will come true. Then I will have no credit if I tell someone I dreamt of what really did happened. Sick shit. Something always wants to control.
But this too, shall pass or drive behind me. But I refuse to let it run me over.
