When was the last time I pondered my physical comfort in regards to my mental state?
Can you ever be clear-headed when depression and anxiety transcend and gyrate?
It seems, these tingles–the pins and needles are a substrate, commingling with my nerves.
Waking, just to ponder the discomforting sweats, days after my last drops were ingest.
Nothing in my system for days; I threw up my last beer on Friday. Today, Tuesday, I reflect.
These pins, these needles and night sweats continue to collect and threat, overestimating my debt.