Horrible headaches. It's funny how pain in the head feels so much more a part of me than, say, pain in my foot. They often hurt about the same. Well, not feet so much as hands and shoulders and the muscles all up my back, hurt as much as a headache often does, or sometimes more. And yet, somehow, there is always the impulse to get away from body pain that isn't there with headaches. Like a headache is the only pain that my subconscious isn't convinced I could jettison, if the pain was so bad that I had to, you know, amputate.
Not that I could amputate my back with any success. It doesn't make sense. But I don't know how else to describe this feeling.
If I could write poetry again, I would write about being trapped when you need to fly away, about being trapped by no one but your own self.