Generous Session

Who am I to ask for anything? Who am I to say how it eats me up inside how I can only wait for details to come vicarously through conversation? What right do I have to share the harrowing pain tearing through my soul when your not around, let alone, with someone else? I am just like everyone else... exaclty like everyone else... no different.

So I chug Generoso until my throat burns and my stomach churns. I run until my knees cave. I punch until my knuckles bleed and my shoulders pop out of their sockets. I deal in whatever way I can. Then, I listen as you say you are happier to see my life is all better.

Who am I to say anything at all? Because who am I to ask for anything? What right do I have aside from any other lay person? My words are no different from anybody else's.