When the bottle was empty of pills
There’s no time left to grow
Amongst so many ills
It’s the bitterest one to swallow
When the son takes the rope
Believing there’s no place to go
Those left now to cope
Traverse the river of sorrow
When attention wasn’t sought
And she suddenly became the show
Life is no longer a thought
Slipped into the undertow
So pass the many hours
That survivors will never know
And drift away the flowers
Along the river of sorrow
Today I’m feeling:
Fuzzy and weird. After a delicious afternoon nap yesterday I got into reading comics so much in the evening that I was up just past midnight. I shoved down some medicine in the hope of waking up flu-free and slept reasonably well until 11. I do feel better but fuzzy around the edges, eyes unable to focus 100%.
Today I’m grateful for:
Matt for buying me a drink and giving me half a pack of tramadol after running across to Central.
The best thing about today was:
Seeing live music in Chiang Rai. Punk, hardcore, metal! Who’d’ve thought?
Something I learned today?
A Wall Street Journal report says Iran is having trouble reining in “Iran-backed militias” and offers one reason why: The US killed the guy who was good at reining them in!
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