Saturday, 16 November 2013

On Parkinson's disease

I wear shorts in the Antarctic
I light a bonfire in the desert at midday
I wear my pyjamas to a formal dinner
I laugh when I cry
I cry when I laugh
I use a spoon to cut the grass
I look at a mountain through a microscope
I run the race by standing still
I wear a space suit in the bath
I eat when I'm full
I rest my bones by moving my bones
I'm asleep when I’m awake
I walk when I'm sat down
I scream when I'm silent
I'm naked everywhere
I am out of synch with my own rhythm
I'm cold in the Caribbean
I'm gaining by losing myself

I am displaced but I can still be me

I have Parkinson's disease…

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