ailed.

I've been ill.
again ailed with the worries of health.
such a meddling bastard of everyday life.
sore in skin,
confused and smitten with overwhelming lethargy.
tuning my words with every sentence,
syllables frustrated in a method of measured madness.
breathing slows pace,
quenched with rhythmical rest.


today was long. my muscles ache relentlessly.
i have not been thinking much on anything past what i can do to get better. those that surround me seem shallow and static. melting into the norm and the lack of poise becomes overwhelming.
little bees buzzing about metal structures and fixing their fingers in between threads. rotate. every hour you become a zone of strategy, fixing yourself upon a new subject matter.
watching, listening, analyzing many moments each moment of multiple hosting subject matters.

i spoil at times. topping over the level of a sane comfort. the voice of my lips expands at exponential altitudes to where no level of society could put out the fire.

i must rest.

-E. Amelia