The Malady….
Strike 1
Not the sick in the head kind…..
No…
The snotty tissues, throbbing head, confined to the couch kind…..
The Invalid….
Hunter ~ Dido
“If you were a king up there on your throne
would you be wise enough to let me go”
The problems with being ill…..
Your brain stops working (Not like it was fully functional otherwise…..)
“For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again”
You begin to wonder why ice cream is off limit….(not like you would crave ice cream any other day….just sayin)
“I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again”
You wish your happy place was not just a state of mind……but an actual place….
– Where the tea cups refilled non-stop,
– And the books read themselves out loud…..
“For the crown you’ve placed upon my head feels too heavy now”
Now with a warped wit and an almost non-existent happy place plagued with idle thoughts……
Kleenex over here please….
Kthanxbye!
“so let me go
let me leave”
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