what if my organs were made from titanium?? what if i always had the sensation that i was sinking and that gravity had a much more exponential pull on me? what if it took me twenty times the strength to put one stiff leg in front of the other that it seems like that my body was begging me to refrain any movement at all? if i felt like i was falling and that at any given moment i might collapse and curl into the fetile position?

what if my body started reacted to what my brain couldn't process? what if each of your words were like daggers that gave me wounds that could not heal? what if your presence was toxic and spread poison through my weak veins? what if i was constipated by all the thoughts and words of insults and never digested them through my system. What if it all gave me itchy prickly skin and I didn't like to be touched.

what would be the antidote? what would be the medicine?? because cymbalta's not doing its full job. and my antiquated notion of putting leeches all over my body is frowned upon by all. what do u prescribe? friends, rest, a fling? intensive care? escape?