This is not a proper blog post. It is a rant about the times our bodies refuse to function as we want them to. This is about bleeding knees, ruptured spleens, blinding headaches, aching stomachs and clogged arteries.
This is about pain, and suffering, and how it curls us up on the sofa. How it takes away our fire and melts our desires. How it digs up wells in the eyes of the strongest of us.
This is about grief and how it can’t be helped. How we know we need to move on but surrender to its tranquilizing powers. How we want to heal, but continue to prod at the injury for fear of forgetting the lost.
This is about cancer and the ones it has taken away from me. How it sapped their energies and shriveled up their bodies. How it robs me of their memories until all that is left is how they made me feel.
This is not a proper blogpost. It is a rant about death and its inevitability. About life and the loss of it.