Is there a virus inside me who is sitting on a crate, taking a break from wandering or doing her job well, invading a cell? Is she a warrior, searching for a cause? I wonder if she is momentarily paused, thinking of the implications of her existence. Whether she and her kind are killing the very world they live on, just by being themselves. Just living life.
Overpopulation with it’s accompanying ills, pollution foremost, has given the Body a sickness. What bitter pills will we have to collectively swallow? Cleansing fever is on it’s way.
It certainly is warm for this time of year, isn’t it?