When it gets itchy I remember how the pain feels from my right leg. Almost like a curse from a voodoo priest.

This kind of warning is what I have expected for a long time, it’s message shook my stable mind into familiar waters.

My health has improved and has taken time to be put into perspective from the years of consistent frustration.

It is inevitable in contrast to the circumstances that played out this discouraging conclusion. Maybe in this new life it will work out for the better. No slower from the door than the greed inside a perturbed instinct.

Did it rain as I was walking? cause everyone seemed to have noticed me without an umbrella, an obscene amount of fumes escaped my vision as it was only the chance to seer the concrete for an evening stroll.

At best it is a leavening of soil stripped of it’s moistness, null from sunlight. Let’s find what’s below the basement.