Losing My Wisdom

I had this long paragraph written out about where I wanted to go with this blog, but fuck that. I put this shorter paragraph here to replace that, and to console myself for the time I just wasted writing it.

I have been on some sort of self-inflicted "house arrest" for the past week or so. There was this guy who knocked me out cold and stole a few things from the inside of my mouth. Woke up all dazed, not a care in the world. But I didn't know what happened to me. All I knew was that I felt really good and really fucking terrible all at the same time. Slept a lot. Ate a lot. Yeah, I had this huge appetite. For some reason, when it hurt the most to eat, is when I decided I was the hungriest.

Day one: Stuck inside. Baby food, no crackers. Oatmeal flavor good. Rice flavor mediocre. Chewing, pain. But chewing anyway. Tongue and jaw, no feeling. Tongue and jaw, existing only in mouth, not in mind. Numb.

Day two: More yogurts and mush. Still stuck inside. No meat for a hungry carnivore. Tongue and jaw, now feeling. Cold and numbness gone. Warmth and pain here.

Day three: Monkey growing on back. Getting heavier. Brain getting happier. Cheeks getting bigger. Beard growing longer. Stay in same clothes. No shower yet. Grunge.

Day four: Monkey beginning to think he is here to stay; making me happier. Making more personable person. Monkey comes, pain goes. Monkey leaves, pain stays. Inverse relationship?

Day five: Stable state of mind. Independence from monkey, finally. But still missing him. Like out of town friend? Maybe. Now visiting with monkey's younger brother. Nice too, still helps to keep pain at bay. To be continued?

"Your Confidant"