I’m having so many visions tonight of my childhood dog Susan Myrtle. I can’t believe I didn’t realize what a friend she was and how much she loved me for no reason, until her little schnauzer body was old and too tired to keep going. I wish she was here. She would never be allowed to leave my side again. I would never forget that she loved the right way. After I fall asleep to this world, I will find her. We will lay out in endless sunsets and her arthritis will be gone and she’ll never have to feel like I don’t love her, ever again.
the human body frightens me with its complexity. To think that everything is just a reaction to something else is both beautiful and disappointing.
the ache when I hear your name is a combination of rising coritsol levels and neurons lighting up.
the slight darkening of my eyes is a parasympathetic reaction to stimulation called mydriasis.
I wait for the release of neurotransmitters when I see you, involuntarily getting tachycardic and short of breath.you wreak havoc on me just by existing.
