when you're used to being healthy all year long, a simple fever can bring all sorts of pain and suffering.
we fear death. as evident in a recurring dream, where a small bonfire is like an oasis in a cold snowy field. it gets further as i walk towards the warmth. like a mirage. the bonechilling cold never subsides. nothing i do makes it go away.
december. I am reduced to a penniless hobo trying to make little go a long way. a little can go a long way.