The days start to get colder and the light much shorter.
The crisp cool air sooths and mildew forms on windscreen glass.
A new day has begun. But I feel wedged and entrapped in this body.
Its hard to move, it hurts so much, I can't believe it's limiting me so much.
Stuck in the bed for days. Because I just wanted to live a little to much.
I pray for me to be back on my adventures. . . Not in the agony. Not hurting this much.
I hope that the injections cures this pain so I can be restored but to my past self.
Then I might improve again. . .
I was the pity party. I was the joke. The burden , the outcast. . My life went up in smokes.
Im at the end of my last rope.
If this dosent work. I want to revoke.
