It sounds normal to me doctor, so why do I need to pay mad money for treatment?

 
XRAY CERVICAL SPINE AP/LAT

There is loss of normal lordosis. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing disc spaces is seen.
No abnormality in bony texture seen.

XRAY LUMBAR SPINE AP/LAT

No gross scoliosis is seen. Alignment is as shown.
No significant narrowing of disc spaces is seen.
Bony density is normal. No bony abnormality is seen.
Both iliac wings are symmetrical and normal in appearance.
No abnormality of both hip joints seen.

Marcus Aurelius

"Each of us lives only in the present moment, a mere fragment of time: the rest is life past or uncertain future."

11

Saying Prayers in the Streetlights

I woke up in the middle of the night when I slept on your bed yesterday.

I heard the deafening sound of the hearts that cry for you.

I'm not completely sure what had transpired for your decision to leave but I'm sure you had your reasons.
 
You were the light of many, including mine. It's harder traverse through life these days without you being around.

The vacant space you had left far exceeds your bed or your room.

If you can only hear the painful silence.

If you can only understand the unspoken, desperate hope that keeps your family living.

I know someday you will return.

Dear cousin, come home soon.

"If you have nothing to hide, you're indestructible."

"I love rock and roll."

"Continued neglect is a kind of violence."

Cardiosubstitute

One, two, three, four.

Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.

The rhythm. Less suspect to fortune.

It changes, by choice. By choice, it can be controlled.

The beat. It beats. More dynamically.

Dynamic, the expansive detail, quality.

The Echo. It reverberates a hollow.

Ever full it sounds. Even fuller it sounds.

One, two, three, four.

The sounds that fill the space, of what was beating once.

Music, I hear. I hear it is Music.

Omega

You have lost the battle and the war. You have lost the trust and the love. You have lost your mind and your heart. You have lost the will to live. 

Because you have failed spectacularly to live, your only recourse is to write.

There is nothing else within your immediate grasp that is worth anything except the lens in which you see the world.

Because you have to, or that inhibited venom will eat you inside out, as it has before.

Even if nobody hears. Even if it is just inscribing on a cold wall. Even if it is just a silent monologue. 
Come here.

Because you have to, to survive.

Because you're not of the same space, of the same reality, of the same praxis. You're only in this cauldron due to a dark turn in fortune. You're this century's accident.

Come here. Come find your soul in the depth of the subconscious, your solace in the forest of the forgotten, and your membership in the sanctuary of the wind.

Because you have to.

If not, you're better off dead.

Not

Need to go back in time