wound care

There are days when the body demands more than the heart can bear. The process of healing cannot keep pace with the whirling dervish of fate. Faith seems to be the only answer; I hedge my bets on satellites and falling fragments of celestial ice. I've been investing my time in growing new skin, in monitoring the exhalation of dirt and damp, building barriers between the world and myself. I miss rolling in the dust with you, but it's just not good for my health.