Sick.

Sick.

Surrounded by wrinkled sheets and soiled kleenexes. Body aching and mind wandering.

Sick.

Left alone with your thoughts, with your feelings, with your ailments. Weakness and vulnerablity and the understanding that life may be able to penetrate your soul through oh too many distractions.

Sick.

Befuddled by recently unfelt emotions. Tears, pain, and the overall inability to do things that are typically unthought about. Emotion coupled with the feeling that certain acts in life are less important. Perhaps a brief understanding that life is about people.

Sick?

Awake at night introspectively wondering what may come next and battling with how to put the pieces in motion.

Healing.