for my friend
This piece was for a friend a few years back. I wonder how she is.As my eyes finally open, my body is sending so many different signals to my brain. I am not sure if I feel pain from my toes to the ends of the strands of my hair, or is my body just so tired from the past twelve hours that physical exhaustion is disguising how I really feel. Never has my body been put through the wringer like last night. And now my world has changed because I don't think I can ever go back. What she has...