So here's the recent news.
I've been in the hospital for a couple of days for some testing. Still haven't heard anything. Must be something serious or really rare that they continue to keep testing. But we'll see. I have another doctors appointment this coming Friday. And I don't know what's going on that day. But yeah. Been feeling worse and worse unfortunately. Spent a lot of days in bed doing nothing.
Also brainstorming some new ideas for my next set.
Here's a poem I wrote up today.
You're a sweet lullaby when the stars have encompassed my evening.
Though your visciousness isn't affiliated and it's all common reality.
Strides could never get me far enough away from this.
Because like Einstein's theory I'm just an object on a blanket and rolling towards it.
No black holes could compress me until I burst.
Because I inflate the moment you say "Let's make this work."
This time that's taken is like being lost in space.
No simile could measure up to the velocity of minutes that I waste.
An everlasting smile could be cristined by the Gods.
But I'm not ongoing, I spontaneously combust with my fellow stars.
Big Bang theories are nothing but a metaphor for love.
Because there's a spark, life is formed, and then inevitably lost.
Well that's all for now. I'll make sure to update what happens on Friday.
I've been in the hospital for a couple of days for some testing. Still haven't heard anything. Must be something serious or really rare that they continue to keep testing. But we'll see. I have another doctors appointment this coming Friday. And I don't know what's going on that day. But yeah. Been feeling worse and worse unfortunately. Spent a lot of days in bed doing nothing.
Also brainstorming some new ideas for my next set.
Here's a poem I wrote up today.
You're a sweet lullaby when the stars have encompassed my evening.
Though your visciousness isn't affiliated and it's all common reality.
Strides could never get me far enough away from this.
Because like Einstein's theory I'm just an object on a blanket and rolling towards it.
No black holes could compress me until I burst.
Because I inflate the moment you say "Let's make this work."
This time that's taken is like being lost in space.
No simile could measure up to the velocity of minutes that I waste.
An everlasting smile could be cristined by the Gods.
But I'm not ongoing, I spontaneously combust with my fellow stars.
Big Bang theories are nothing but a metaphor for love.
Because there's a spark, life is formed, and then inevitably lost.
Well that's all for now. I'll make sure to update what happens on Friday.
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pavone:
I hope you get better soon...lovely poem!
bassmentrock:
i hope you feel better!