Why do we do, what we do, in the way we do?
Gulping down the sorrow,
On the high wind, I ride and sail
My chariot and my ship,
“You have a body of a 42 year old guy. How old are you exactly?”, inquired the physio.
“21”, I lied. I was at 20 years and 11 months.
“You need to take care of yourself, you know that right?”