Something New.

I'm sitting at my keyboard now, looking at my fingers and they feel too stiff, nothing's coming out of them. It's like I'm trying to write but there's a thousand people behind waiting for me to say something witty, but all I can manage is a choke, a rattle and a gasp. My brain is sitting, gathering lint and I'm grappling around in the darkness trying to pick up the bits it's lost as it's rattled around in my skull. My poor, poor brain. What have I put you through? I'm truly sorry. I promise I'll fix this. I'll open up my head and wash you off in cool water and let you dry off, warm in the sun. I just have to find a way to do that without killing myself in the process. Maybe we'll go for a walk, I could take you outside for a while and get you some fresh air, some oxygen. Let's go try that. For a while.