I'm nursing a sick head...
Iíve been trying to get my footing in 2004.
But not trying very hard.
Feeling that maybe flying suits me better.
Maybe I should dust off the wings.
Maybe I should trust the sun to feed me.
Photosynthesize my way through the next few years.
I feel the believer in me gaining confidence.
I feel the dreamer gaining strength.
The wind up here feels good.
I wait patiently in the sick body.
Trying to get keep up with the minimums. Food. Liquid. Workload.
The body will recover.
The spirit fire is almost ready.