Sixty-three 7/26 '19
It's so hard to live a life through the constant filter of physical pain. It's so hard to explain it as well.
It's not even a bad day today, just having some nostalgic moments on a warm summer evening, and I know there was a time I lived and moved freely and without this thing tugging at me, in my back, my legs, and tonight, my arms and neck and head.
I once sat without any awareness of my body at all. I sat in the air and just *was*. I hear music or remember a moment and it surprises me how far from that I am.
Just putting the thought down on paper, not for any particular reason.