The Existence Of Amy

by Lana Grace Riva

There are endless ways to engage in productive thinking. My brain rejects them all.

Recovery time never arrives though, it simply doesn't seem to exist. It's always straight into the next. That's how it operates. Any notion of resting and relief will not be entertained or tolerated.

My head feels too fragile, I know I must handle with care.

So, I sit a little while just me and the sun and thank it for appearing today.