Don’t you wish you can tell something that’s Illing you those precise words and it would leave your body? Yeah, me too. When you’re exhausted from fighting and hoping, what’s left to grasp? What’s left?

I’m tired and that’s no BS. I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of the pain, the hurt, the sickness and of the fight to keep my body active. It’s getting more difficult to paint and craft due to my motor skills check engine light constantly lighting up.

I took myself in for repair but apparently my insurance won’t cover the many tests needed to get my motor running and stay cruising. What do you do when you have no means of keeping up the repairs? Soon it’ll become a nuisance, a burden and an eyesore.

Without the proper care, I’ll have to junk. I want to keep myself running but I can’t afford the gas and repairs any longer. At this very moment the belly down is belly up. A leakage somewhere in the engine. Spewing oil and gas everywhere not making a pretty site or smell.

When the body is belly up, the engine cracks. That crack will soon shut down the entire motherboard. The brain of the body that keeps it fighting until that crack destroys that brain and the body has nothing to rely on any longer to keep it moving even if baby steps.

Where do I junk it?

Sincerely,

Dave ~artist

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