I am tired. Not just the tired from working hard. Not the tired of sleeping to little. Just tired. The shell I reside in is no longer maintaining its luster. I hurt. The pain pills barely touch the edge. Monday I will ask for more and stronger. It’s not fair. I am angry. My tools are dulled. My meditation is weakening. My body desperately craves relief. I fight with the stupid. The endorphin rush buys some time. I feel like a fencer. Thrust and pare. My blade powerful enough to eviscerate my wounds. Empty my soul.

What do I want? Will I get that before my last breath? Is it selfish to want? I say no. How do I get it? I grab for it. Trying to do it by living and not sounding like I am on a farewell tour. I want to live. My head is exploding and I dictate this as the waves of nausea crash over me. I want the waves of the sea. Frothy salty waves caressing my body like firm fingers. My flesh needs to warm to the touch from a caress instead of an internal firefight. My bones ache beneath weakened muscles. I want to be carried away onto soft, fluffy pillows supporting me. I turn my head and the world spins. I feel dazed and confused. I want to feel the spin of ecstasy from pure desire and fulfillment.

I close my eyes and let my meditation begin. My mind drifts to me….