Un Healthy Friend

Often it seems I need to be unhealthy to see true health. My view of my body leaves much to the ghosts notion of health. In the midst of sickness I have little energy to deny the truth of my being. Sleep is a good thing. Letting the waves of nausea sweep through me is oddly cleansing. Both for body and soul. I see I am a part of creation. Too often I feel I somehow stand outside of it. Somehow the events that impact others have little to no impact on me. A fearless teenager at heart. Among my ghosts is one that whispers I need not suffer in this world. If you do, then failure is the reason it says. Thank God for the truth of illness.