Do they think I'm strange? Am I strange? A little deranged? I heard them whisper or was it the breeze? I'd like to run but have wobbly knees. What did I do? Did I do it wrong? Have I taken too long to...
'Butterflies', they say, unaware of the crushing weight of dreaded possibilities. Not as beautiful, not as care-free. Rather, a raging dragon, fuelled by dark intention.
Starved of nourishment, energy depleted, ailments take hold, agonies untreated. No will and no drive, we shiver, we shake, no strength and no stamina to stay awake.