Broken In All The Right Places

If I knew how to save this body of spirit, its constant attempts at sewing together moments of life, bonding, and building with knowledge, I’d stay. It is a far better circumstance to be here, even unwell, than it would be to move on.

I suppose, you can do that in my condition, that is, suppose, guess, assume, and live in your ideas, your own head and no one else’s. I assume when the medications are working that I’ll be here this afternoon. And I guess I’ll be happy with staying here in the afternoon. Then I suppose in the evening, that if I am no longer here, present in mind and body, that I’ll…