we have to be loving, to survive. we have to resist hate. to renounce the haters. those who would make it their business to control our spirit, our freedom, to hobble our love.
think about regeneration. my skin was stopping me, starting with my feet. my skin wouldn't regenerate. this sickness has a root. the sickness is spiritual.

sometimes we don't listen to our bodies, just push them, use them, and they break down, and force us to stop, to regenerate. weird we have to be sick to stop.

and look, i been saying that too, wish i could drop out, just for a while...but not by sickness. oh, ok. then sickness it is.
something stopped my skin. an opportune fungus? 
to stop and wonder at the body's mystery. the body talking to us in sickness, calling us to listen, the body needing us, calling for love, calling for care, calling for health.
it's touching, rather sad, that in order to stop we have to be sick. there's a collective malaise, a sickness in the land and the country, calling us to stop, calling us to love, the hate is the sickness, calling us to heal it, the eruption, the breakdown, this love calling us through our sickness.