If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be
conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
- Unknown

Weary Kind

Thats me.
Summer is supposed to be relaxing and refreshing. It's warm out. Sunny and happy.
I don't really like the sun. It's headachy.
There is no sun in surgery.
There's not much sun the hospital either.
Little hazy in my heart.
The remedy elusive.