"Wind Beneath My Wings" Is Emotional Terrorism

I love you (because you silently serve MY existence)

Sleep has been eluding me. There is no shut-eye past 4 A.M. because of unrelenting seasonal allergies catapulting me from deep sleep into neck-breaking sneezing attacks accompanied by fight-or-flight amounts of unnecessary adrenaline. There is no going back to sleep after these snot festivals and being acutely aware of the extended damage I would do by …