Monday, September 27, 2010

im not unwell, just.

Your nose has failed you in filtering air and sending it to your lungs. Desperate, you have to resort to inhaling and exhaling through your mouth. You feel sad because with every huff and puff you take, you can almost feel your teeth, made straight with 5k-worth and almost 2 years of painful braces is shifting ever so slightly (but it is still!) from its rightful spot. Which is on a straight line with its cousins.

Desperately needing a word of assurance, a hug and a warm bowl of home cooked soup. And some good night sleep to take you away from the crazy world you cannot comprehend out there.

It's finally falling together, or apart...and you cannot tell until it happens.

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