I'm suddenly back in high school, bact to hibernation mode. Oh well, sometimes non-action is good... But it gives me the goshdarn migraine attacks! I haven't had migraine in a loooong time and this inutility has welcomed it.

I fear I'm going bald. I fear I'm going to go blind. I've been seeing these floaters and flashes in my eyes that could well be retinal damage, if I'm to trust my hypochondriac instinct. I need to do something but these eyes prevent me from going anywhere and doing anything productive. This is probably the most unproductive year of my adult life. This frikkin sucks.
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I wrote a poem because I dreamt I was held hostage somewhere and all I've got was my tiny tiny swiss knife that I got as a freebie from Clair's.

Arrested by silence
Poor prisoner of the dark
Days no longer visit
The sun has lost its spark
A victim of desolation
Hopeless nights of fear
A recluse in the corner
Whose future isn't clear.
You cry of endless sorrow
You swim in piercing pain
You close your eyes for refuge
But even dreams are stained.
You listen to the music
Of your palpitation, and labored breath
Tomorrow brings no mercy
Only the foul stench of death.
Best you kneel in prayer
To a god who wouldn't listen
Than to wait every agonizing moment
Till they come to spell the end.

Dead Man Walking
Sept 13, 2006