So we're here with no way out. It's becoming a way of life right now. Too much to see, too little to do. I could've spent the night asleep but instead I'm rummaging through the pain. The sort of thing that happens now and again. But it'll be alright on the night even if stretches on one leg leave me to fall over. It's not very clever I know. The pain is there though ringing in my brain the moment my shoulder sets off. Darts through the cervical ladder and becomes another symptom to add to the list. In a miniature, I can feel whatever embers of life within me drain away. Purposefully. But that's nothing new. We're looking at a life in misery trying to do simple exercises that tend to go nowhere. Skeletal frame being a numbers game. My head, my back, my knee and my shoulder. The right side being destroyed. It's a terrible situation but one that I've become accustomed to. When you've been destroyed by humanity, there's little you can do but ...
The secret garden of despair.