The duration of my headaches is increasing. Though I keep a record of my activities and diet, in order to find all possible triggers, I still have no answers. If there is a connection to be made, I cannot find the ends to pull together. After two weeks with a debilitating migraine, there is not enough mental clarity to keep on the search for a solution.
My doctor tells me to be at ease and drop all concern. He says that it isn’t rare, or dangerous, to deal with a headache that outlasts patience. I said nothing, because I didn’t know if he was wrong, and I still don’t. Or, I said nothing because my brain was frozen. Or, I said nothing because pain murdered my tongue. Or, I did say something, and don’t remember anymore.
This sharp pain in my right eye, is pushing out thoughts. Like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube, without the smell of peppermint. And I think things like, every dream I have ever had, has me living in another country. Mostly England. I don’t think Tyrannosaurus rex had feathers at all. Maybe just one. The sounds of chains and church bells, when combined, make better songs than any modern musician. I am afraid I will never love again, but I never loved much to begin with, so I do not know which is more tragic. My lips are still swollen from the aggressive way The Corpse chooses to kiss them.