I have a vivid memory of a time when I was younger and I got stung by a jellyfish. I did not see it. I just know I got stung.
Anyway. I remember it now because I feel it still. The sting. Now in my chest. Heavier more than ever.
I escape reality. Playing, watching. But still I'm here.
No lies here.
I hope this will do me good, in the end. Writing what I feel. What I feel for real.