The happy place

There’s been a pulsing headache behind the bad eye, sort of like a background noice or even like a beat, like this day’s soundtrack.

And I have dipped my toe in the blackened darkness of misery. It’s like I can’t help myself.

I could be more specific, but one dip is enough for heaven’s sake.

Now feeling numb and like a compacted aluminium can, and indeed the headache is still there, although it too has numbed down to an almost pleasant sensation.

Reminding me that I am alive.