I have been sicker for longer than I will ever admit. Nobody truly knows of my pains or ailments.
Go to this doctor.
Are you still ______.
Alas, I keep to myself and await whatever comes my way. Disinterested in the outcome and awaiting the results.
I hate the riddles he uses:
“What do you want for your life?”
I reply: “To be happy, feel love, give love, be remembered and live out my days with you”.
When I turn the question on him.
“I’m not really sure – long pause – of course we would be together.” (Obviously seeing the pain on my face).
My sickness comes internally and externally; I am unsure which is more painful.