Some days as I busy myself with my obligations, I sit in distance to myself. I stare in the mirror and see a stranger behind the eyes of another stranger. I get so sick sometimes, so sick. I smile because my lips betray my exhaustion. My head begins to hurt. I can feel light behind my skull, deep in the bone where my brain is supposed to be.

Last night I watched fireworks through the darkness of my eyelids. Felt my skin betray me as it moved of it's own accord. I felt so empty behind my left eye. I could feel it, the light wanting to get out. I felt so happy as I moaned into the darkness of my room and to my husband. I felt so happy as I lost the ability to speak. I felt so happy because I knew beneath the sheets with my sickness, I was seeing the light again.

Ocular Auras. Most fascinating. Most painful. Most alarmingly blinding and most of all..most destructive of a mental capacity. The light is shining out again. My head hurts. I have work to do still. My hands betray me but that light wont.