21 May 2011

You wouldn't think I could forget that I am ill? I can. And when it happens it is so sweet, so gentle and soft.
And, no, it is not just getting used to being ill. But maybe it's to do with me not dwelling on it so much.

Wait a minute.
What was that??
Only joking. I know how to dwell, seriously dwell on it. Self pity is my middle name.

1 comment:

  1. It's bad when a person forgets he's happy. Turns him into a whinger for absolutely no reason.