Jukeboxed

I cried today. There was a moment after an early morning run, when I sat stretching in the shade (because it was already a hundred degrees and unbearable) and it just came over me, unrelenting but unapologetic and in just a minute was over. My senses continue to be wrapped in cotton, everything is dulled and my responses are slow. I try my best to wade through with a machete, desperately holding on to the clearings where light trickles in, but it's not always easy to see the point. 

Imagine it would be easier to fight for life if I did.