Fever

I was quite insensitive.

The night deepened. pigmented and frothy water covered the yet dramatic, exaggerated window sill unfazed in this shallow rain pouring, pessimistic, egocentric, day dumping, eye dropping unlyrically time swelling and energy spoon draining. you asked who the culprit and the captor were in this noblest stupor? -fever- that did nothing but to keep you away from the taunting mystique of a life polishing and career whining animal that nudged the heart of the remaining bombastic blood-spilling excitement there was left in life. Yet all there was to do was be med-reliant, be a protagonist of this nightly liver scraping, brain altering overtones and heightened body confusion.

This was not for the fickle heart.

Not for the feeble body.