Laid as a victim to a throbbing head and a stuffed, pulsating nose, why is it that the body aches and the mouth dries? Why is it so that each movement hurts while each cough scrapes and burns? Nothing is edible, nowhere is comfortable, just a lifeless body laying in a myriad of things.  Except what happens when heavy eyelids open to find no more sleep and hands cannot extend to find the television remote?  There seems to be nothing to do in that moment, however the ceiling seems to be spiking an interest now that it seems so far.

Breaths come in slowly as new windows are opened, for the mind is in constant motion bringing up things that never once occurred to be of importance. Nothing but, whys, whats and hows, as the mind wanders through different passages left untouched.

Cascading memories flash to moments time has once erased, those moments that are now so vivid. Problems that never got resolved resurface as well, not sure as to why they were started in the first place, but they have returned for a purpose. Nostalgia has already set in causing time to fade, are theses memories here to stay.

But if only for a few moments, now that a mother’s voice is getting even more clearer, everything disappears.

A foggy head then becomes cleared as things get resolved, it’s almost as if every problem now has a solution. It seems that it’s only when you’re at your worst that you think up your best.