Dizzy Love

More and more poetry. This was inspired by my sickness a few weeks ago caused by the drowsy weather changes. It’s mostly from my imagination; and sickness can influence a lot of thoughts, some that I’ve even forgotten I’d written. I even forgot how to decode some of this mystery my mind came up with. So you can decode it yourself.

Nauseous and romantic. A tingling, yet painful, chill darts up and down your sore spine. It’s a bitter day and the sun heats everything and makes your head turn at the sight of its luminosity. It’s a blinding light. You’re ill and in bed, and sharp pains strike your forehead and your ears hurt terribly. You’re sick of being tired and tired of being sick. You’re desperate for sleep but even that doesn’t cure this. But you can’t seem to fall asleep. You’d rather fall in love. The rain pours outside as you open your window. It can’t get any worse.

As I was saying, the rain slowly pours from the damp clouds; it’s just one of those rainy, gloomy days. There’s a slight bit of hope but it’s only in your power for everything to become cheerful again. The suffering influences regret. All these horrible situations keep nagging at you reminding you of your pain and laziness. Beautiful memories give you prolonging nightmares of the awful beauty of the past that can’t be relived. For a time it seems, everything you do says, “I wish I had done something else.”

A grueling tension in the form of a boulder gnaws at the inside of your heart and then drops to your stomach, leaving a gaping hole in the poor hollowness that is now your heart. Your limbs ache tremendously. Your throat dries and you basically die inside. Your eyelids are too heavy for words. It’s a harsh reality, but that’s rather obvious by now. You close your eyes and drift slowly, trying to keep yourself awake to sustain and miserably withstand the madness but that alone is madness.

Headaches and heartaches make for dizzy love.

You keep wondering what it would be like if the day were better and, all of the sudden, it gets better. Your dreams get brighter and you start to run towards a light. People could be watching but you don’t care. You’re captured in the awe of the moment. Blades of grass hit your legs and sand-burs cut your bare feet. You feel no pain worth concern though. And you’re now running towards the thing you were running from: the blinding light. When the light is shown all around, you realize what seemed to be your weakness is really your strength. And then you wake up.