My head hurts. It feels hot and heavy, like lead, like the
head of a snowdrop, hanging low, burning white against the black winter dirt.
Hot and heavy and full. Full of thoughts and boredom and hate; full of nostalgia, full of fear, full of love. All of these things burning up
together in a big furnace in my skull, and the pressure is building up behind
my eyes and I want to let it all out. In words, or tears or screams or big, heavy sighs.
Or perhaps I’m just coming down with a cold.
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