Something’s wrong

And you don’t know what it is. Some kind of resignation. Chest pains are getting worse. You don’t really feel like doing much thinking. Much writing. Tough to use a CPAP with your sinuses torn up. Stupid thing won’t fit when the nasal passages are stuffed. It’s not like you care. Yep somethings wrong all right. You don’t feel like praying about it, so that’s obviously the first thing you need to do.

Figure your shit out. You matter to some people that mean the world to you. Fucking act like it.