15 degrees below average
the week-long cough and colds failed to hinder me from stripping and summoning bits of wisdom under the rain from the showerhead. there’s no need to cry. the water running down my whole body is an enough metaphor to purge the excess wastes of the spirit and the mind. i surrendered to the cold that gnaws the skin non-stop, i succumbed to it like the seemingly perpetual multiplication of thoughts that eats and conquer the mind like fast spreading cancer cells. yes, that was the case. it was supposed to be summer but i am blanketed by this cancer of cold. the body and spirit clamors for chemotherapy. asap.