late

[three hundred, thirty-four]

Still need to write three posts today, man, oh man, man.

What's the difference of a disease?
One that drips down the back of your throat,
sticking to your insides and throttling your breaths,
Or something that sinks in, slips into your brain and
covers you whole.
What is it with things that we can't see,
and their ability to cast a shadow over our life,
maybe not a shadow, no,
but something more crippling, something unseen
unheard, but completely powerful,
something that we believe is true for science,
and medical research,
but documents and signatures are painful when it comes to
a body, a body full of life
being vacuumed of fluid and being,
so that the survival rates maintain,
and our world keeps believing in the unseen.

focus: i dunno, I'm sort of in the mood for poetry lately, I'm in the middle of mark twain's war prayer, and it's making me want to rhyme,......but....I can't, so, I just sort of write things down, this is obviously not finished, it is basically just thinking of connections. Most of what I write is never full thought, but fragments, because what is the finished product to anyone right now anyway?

love,

Jess :]