i have a fever.. my head is hot and my eyes wont stay open. my cheeks were flushed all through dinner. this time i wont blame their color on nerves. i havent been sleeping much these days. it's the insomnia; it's the way i think, in long long not often-interrupted chains. i need a manual shutdown. i need to clear some space. my head is heavy with concern, and with this creeping hot of fever. i look around and i feel like a foreigner. in the middle of the familiar, i am the strange. a dandylion in the queen's roses and a clover in the apple orchard, and i hesitate to make friends with my surroundings, for so quickly they have been known to change.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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