Nausea
I wanted to write something about the fog out there. It’s really thick.
Almost like they didn’t render the top half of the buildings and the sky but blurred it with white and gray.
Like.
I feel nauseous. But I know this life is worth living.
I’ve got plans
But now I feel nauseous. The plans will have to wait a bit while I lay here on the bed next to my two dogs.
While I lay here letting my thoughts out without moderating them.
it’s funny that dogs who have such keen sense of smell would literally shove their noses up each others asses and then take a deep whiff like you’re supposed to do when tasting wine.
I tried to take a deep whiff of some dog shit, but felt nothing.
that’s how you train your brain to smell again they say, sniff on different things Like that every day, then suddenly it will come back.
I’ll try it. See me try it. I will smell this world. I will enjoy this life and will stop clinging to the weights keeping me down. I will soar again, and it will be an awesome sight to behold. Just watch.
I will go running again, listening to Ava Max, I’ve seen there are some new great songs but I do not want to deplete them of the positive charges, that is only for when running.
I will run
But first I’ll lay here with my dogs next to me. I love them.
I’ll lay here for a bit feeling nauseous.