Chasing Eureka

Excuse me for writing to the nobody vicarious through you. The great deep recess of internet text response space…

6:00 google blasts me about my medication…

I sit staring at it… is it poison is it anything. Why

What happens… fear? Reminder? False memory? Anything?
If I don’t take it, it could be forced on me. If I take it, I’ve accepted to live with the constraints. My mind gets clear for a moment as I get ready.
The time fluxes and I brace.
You wonder if I will send this message.
It disappeared in memory.
It is someone else’s consent.
Whoever said yes to it the first time. The rest of us follow.
A secret I hold in my hand. My hand gets weak. The choice is what do I send this message or take the pill. Can’t do both. Can I.
The reminder goes. I down the pill.
Another reminder of the hill.

Excuse me for writing to the nobody vicarious through you. The great deep recess of internet text response space…

6:00 google blasts me about my medication…

I sit staring at it… is it poison is it anything. Why

What happens… fear? Reminder? False memory? Anything?
If I don’t take it, it could be forced on me. If I take it, I’ve accepted to live with the constraints. My mind gets clear for a moment as I get ready.
The time fluxes and I brace.
You wonder if I will send this message.
It disappeared in memory.
It is someone else’s consent.
Whoever said yes to it the first time. The rest of us follow.
A secret I hold in my hand. My hand gets weak. The choice is what do I send this message or take the pill. Can’t do both. Can I.
The reminder goes. I down the pill.
Another reminder of the hill.

Skhill hear
Chasing Eureka

Or something I cannot

My own
Yours
Ours
What was I supposed to do, is what whimperwhisper comes out

Will the message get send, sent
Lol nope writing send, sent doesn’t cut it.

I feel sick.
I know why but never seem to expect it.

And then I wonder why I never don’t expect it.

So my mind gets pained, I strain, I feel more ill.

I lose.
It sells.
The medication that is offered free.

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There’s nothing.

I just need a phone call.
Something to get me out of temporary hell. I run though. I flee. When I am safe but other’s aren’t unfree. I don’t know.

I need somewhere to go.

At that time of day it feels like I am running two different races at once. Polypharmacy.

May God’s holy hand be raised to unweave a spell of misery and mystery, should he will it, should he be able to repair. I thank you for the day that you welcomed me into this life, and thank you for the day you are to provide me should I see it tomorrow. Which at this age, I know I will. Today is a day of entropy change. And this could be why.