jack.

someone told me that they feel equal parts happy, sad, and crazy.
it is equal parts that simple and equal parts way more complicated.
i am well rounded and in a thousand crazy, chaotic pieces!
i am in love with myself.

(and jack nicholson.)

i've been in and out of sleep for the past two days.
feverish, sweaty, and tossing in a bed that isn't mine.
everything is dark, so i never know the time.
(not to mention the power went out, and we never reset the clocks.)

while drifting, i heard craig, out in the hallway, talking vehemently about something.
it reminded me of when i was young and sick, in the bedroom off the kitchen. my mother would watch wheel of fortune and talk to her sister. it was a comfort.
every now and then a cool hand would touch my forehead and bring me some water.
it was a comfort.