that is, pretty much literally, all i can think of right now.
sick in manifold ways, on far more drugs than i'd like to be, not able to move on quite yet.
trying to grasp too many thoughts and not getting anything.
my hands smell like red onions, my face feels like sunshine.
therefore let those who suffer according to the will of God
commit their souls to Him in doing good,
as to a faithful Creator.
1 peter 4:19
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