In time for what?
Being sick on a getaway is the most bizarre thing. You're away, but you're not away... Your mind is finally detached from the daily grind but then you're confined to the hotel room, smelling the sea breeze from the balcony. So in a certain way...I wasn't away.
All I knew was that I couldn't think, I couldn't eat, I couldn't even sleep properly. It felt like I had....I don't know....fallen out of love? I lost the ability to feel, to process, to digest and to express.I was basically rendered helpless but she became my pair of hands and legs, and looked after me with such tender loving care when I was in no position whatsoever to process things logically.
Being away from home isn't such a bad thing after all. We finally get to spend some time together...considering how rare it is these days.
Being on medication for so many days is seriously tripping me out. I need to stop some of the pills.
All this aside, I just want to find a hole, curl up in it and seek some solace...alone.
1 comment:
*hugs* I thought u had recovered by the time you went on your trip...
your last statement sounds like something I used to say and its the 1st time I heard you say that... I don't find a hole... but I always think of the feeling of curling up (in my bed, at a corner, by the window) and be by myself... almost sounds a bit like wallowing in pity... but its the need to be alone...
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