CIPO & Polyneuropati AMSAN

Running up that hill

Friday the 15th of March 2019 Hanging by a tread in my worn out stiched together life slowly pushing the Stone of Sisyphus up the hill. It is becoming harder and harder as the normally so heavysized rock has slowly throughout these past months turned into gravel. Desperately I try to put the pieces together to a pushable lump. No luck yet, instead I am chasing gravels rolling downhill in all directions. Tears running down my chin leaving a salty invisible trace as I put on another smile. Today the smile doesn’t reach my teary eyes. Instead it leaves a crakle in my mask. There is a crack in everything that is how the light gets in, Leonard’s still so chantly whispers. I desperately lights another candle in hopes of the pain miraculously disappearing but instead it intensifies and leaves me breathless hanging by a tread of my wornout life...

 

Enjoy
Today,
Tomorrow Today
is Yesterday.
-Tina™WP