That's terrible. I like how you referred to it as unidentified evil.
Experiencing an ear throb that came out of the blue. Waiting for it to subside so I can listen to my precious music. Hope I'm not going deaf. Also waiting for the majority of my family to go to sleep so I can stay up in peace and maybe get some work done. Part of a therapy assignment is to make an apple out of clay and then write a poem about it. Would anyone care to write it for me? :reading:
Tell you what, I'll make the beginning and you finish it. 'Kay? ;D
Thus how I wondered why sleep eludes me, perhaps chaos in my head or the dark stillness that suits me.
No matter why, it is not at hand. For I have a project to finish, as you understand.
The moon shines brightly and the stars glisten softly, while I dormentally fear for my life due to the overdose on coffee.
So now I stay up all night to make an apple with clay that has become scarce. So that in the upcoming session, I can shove it up your rosy, to the brim filled..
You finish the rest. Might want to edit it here and there. :bigsmile: