Three nights, or maybe four now, I can’t rightly remember… Cluster headache pain and confusion now. The pain has subsided but the sickness remains. Sometimes the war is just getting up and facing a day. You may not meet up with the enemy. There may not be an enemy, and if there is, it’s hard to say exactly who that might be. I’m not about to take a guess on that today. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. Maybe being awake is the enemy. Maybe I’m the enemy. That’s where this affliction can take you. Just a world of doubt. The tunes help though. They’re about as close to a painkiller as can be safe. This mix is fire. Pure fire. It’s keeping me connected today.
What rough beast 