Hard labor toward Three Days of Moonyman this past weekend; three days devoted, she reigns.
I collapsed last Friday. I woke Saturday—this prayer to be put to death and raised again. It doesn't help my limbs have taken life of their own. First an eye twitch, then a corner of my mouth, then a spot next to my nose, my fingers, my knees, my tongue... I thought my eye was only begging tears. I see now that there is anxiety beyond my control, that I can feel my nerves shift when I sleep. So what happens when the subconscious is hiding from itself? That I can't even intuitively sense this stress?
I think that is what scares me. That my body is reacting to something I am not receptive to.