...I'm just the same but brand new...
There are pains in my shoulders this morning, pain in my back...it's a warm lightning-like pain, a pain that feels like water bubbling and less like stabbing. It makes my eyes want to water, but there's not a lot of moisture in my body right now because of my allergy meds.
I'm viciously tired - exhausted, really, is a better word. I know I'm reaching critical mass as far as sleep deprivation goes. It's like having a secret, this kind of sleeplessness and exhaustion.
There's a spark, a little warm kernel of burning ambition in me today, a desire to accomplish much and to be productive. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, and the mind unfocused.
....the people in the street had overtaken you...
Despite the pain threading itself through me this morning, and the secret that is sleeplessness, there's an odd and unsettling joysong humming in the center of me, a kind of madness steeped in the Spiritus Mundi. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. Perhaps secrets are better than I thought.
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