the vibrance of feckless resiliance

Some things I cn't wait to remember;
others I cant remember to forget.
Sunsets and lessons,
years fade.
The vibrant silk of feckless resilience -
the way the soul always heals itself
even when the body is dying
I am so sick Angel
I whinge and cry and try to keep it to the night time when you are asleep.
Everything hurts
If you think this feels bad, says the old man with the toothy grin
you have much to learn. Ha!
And she knows somewhere in her mangled little world, the beating drums in her brain the clashing cymbals in her throat the creschendo in her guts -
that he is correct.