My body is wandering aimlessly, I feel like the day, gray. Today the sun is not shining on me, it wasn’t by my window, I thought I would see it, but didn’t. I ache all over, my bed calls me and I could not fulfill it. Masochist I am, I don’t think that it is.
My soul and my body says NO, but at the same time says YES, but I feel like dying. I want to be strong, but my sky are crying, asking me to rest my body and I’m still standing and without cause.
I’m cruel, but I am not, I wake up, but no strength to fight the battle. My mind wants me to move, my body wants to rest, and not allows it. Desperate yells
“damn miserable, I have no strength, do not play the brave, and let me where it wants this body, that just reclaims, rest”.
I know! I can understand.
I know I have to rest, but, how to make myself understood, in this body, almost lifeless?, what to do, when they don’t want to. Is difficult to see how your body changes when you feel bad, and as your
“face says a thousand words without saying one”.
You body strong, feeling sad, you just want a break, rest.
“A mind that works and acts upon the impulses of a machine that cries openly;
“Rests, tomorrow is another day.”
As I am; stubborn and headstrong, will do the opposite until this body can not more, and fall.
“Just me, asking for a YES, to stop, NO, which prevents me from being me”
People do what ever, for ignoring the sign, that the body give.
“We complained and preach otherwise”
“Too bad, is true”