Something changes when you have to sit inside for too long.
A Perception of what is good and bad.
My understanding of happy or sad.
I am utterly comfortable, with my sprained ankle.
I don't have any need to move - and yet I am so much more in misery than I am
when I have problems to solve, places to be, people to pay and things to say!
(you can tell I have thought about this far too long, it has become a poem)
I'm bursting with opinions. with dreams. With wants.
As If I am forever condemmned to sitting still.
but I am.
It is forever
And I am still.
I hope for a more dramatic injury, or a far less painful one, anything to give me change to play with.
Simply reading or watching is not enough. I can't just absorb it, I want to challenge it, converse with it, react to it.
But I am still.
