day one hundred and eighty-four : as i spin to ground, i see you

the sickness has taken over my head
five different medications to take
at three different times of day

keeping track
remembering through the fog
oh
it is futile
i still feel
nauseous/dizzy/unaware

makes things like
this
quite hard


hard to be poetic
hard to type the write right words

i went on a second hanami journey today
i saw you in the water
reflecting next to me