Annnnnnnd migraine.
Still.
I think this is either day eight or day nine.
Woo!

I could use some Tylenol.
Maybe some Bayer Aspirin   .

Migraine.
Still.
Ack.
Don't have time to take off for this...to the chiropractor we go...

Migraine Rhythm Pulsing in My Skull

Several days.
Just this noise.
The blistering heat behind my eyes.
Stench of corpse
and rotting soul.

What am I getting myself into?
Every day
just seems passing
and blowing
in this wind
as I hold on.
Hoping the pain will end.

Yet here we are,
days
weeks
months
years
and forever
just passing by.

Maybe it is just a way of saying goodnight
but here I place my hope
rugged wood
stained with old blood
that digs into my skin
cutting deep.

And here I stay,
here I hope
and maybe
just one day
I can see Your smile.
Just once more.

Ouchies.
Migraine.
After everything else...this is kind of hilarious in a "Ouch, please stop hurting." kind of way.