sick

i puked on the side of the road tonight on some god-forsaken stretch of darkness most of us like to call georgia. it came on in waves of dizzy sick comprehension of the illness. i sit here now, mouth clean, teeth brushed, naked in this blanket, rehashing a seemingly meaningless event that no one really cares to hear. why? because the reality of it is, we're all just as sick as we want to be. and i want to feel better today.