Friday, March 21, 2014

Everytime I laugh I get heartburn. (Really, though.)

I've been running around this track for miles because I was told it would help and because I'm supposed to train my body and stretch my muscles and I've learned to force my mind to think and there is no part of my body that is independent- and yet my heart still decides to do things uncontrollably and if I got any closer it would have beat out of my chest. They told me that's why hearts were put in cages but it still doesn't make sense to me why bones are only held by skin and the skin goes where the brain tells it AND THE HEART IS SCREAMING AND THE HEAD IS YELLING;

and the bones are moaning (like they have any idea what to do) and the phrase 'internal war' has taken on a whole new meaning.

Maybe I should follow my skin.