Tired with distorted thoughts, My mind is in a fog. I walk like a zombie, One foot slowly moves in front of the other. I shuffle through this day like an old man in worn down slippers. I manage to stay manageable. I keep perseverance in my soul. I stay in the path of today. I do not walk any farther, but I do not stagnate. I flow and move. I develop and I become. My body wants to scream out in chills, but I wear a sweater over my soul. I put a plug in the jug that held the whispers of my headaches. I will not sip from that well today. I do not feel great, but I will not let myself feel like crap. This is my day. This is my one day at a time. And I am okay with this, because I accept what has fallen in my lap.