the pound from his sounds was designed to save him from headaches.
i have never left this place. still, messages from the person i left behind float to shore.
i noticed that the pain stops being felt where the injury occurs. smash a toe? the knee aches. or my back flares. mebbe its bad messaging. though, i have ignored all other good senses so that betrayal is on me. what choice then is left? i imagine the body gives up on warnings. all that […]