But not then. Wide open, 2008
That war movie keeps repeating in my head, like a toxic meal, prompting depression and restlessness. Body feels poorly today too, want to do or feel nothing, even if I push and say thank you for the sunshine, little dog, and easing of some recurring symptoms. I have such an easy life that it seems hard as I spend time watching minutes and hours digitally flow on my iWatch. God help me! Do I really want to be helped? And when I don’t, isn’t that when I die? Waiting for Godot.
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