For the world, you appear like a perennially sick person -- someone always suffering from one or the other disease. But only you know where the real problem lies. It is not in that knee that doesn't stop giving you trouble or that unsettling cough or the floaters in your eyes or your a little [...]
As you lay drowning in bed, Draped in sickness, You wonder what you could write next. For no sickness could drown your resolve, Your crazy love for writing. As you lay dreaming in bed, You finally pick up a paper and pen To jot down what you dream, To jot down before you drown.