Music is saving me (or, an exorcise in patience).

It's that feeling again. Unsteady. Shaking just a bit, like from hunger, coming in waves set off by the usual things; a song, a name, a picture, a look back. And a stabbing pain that pinpoints the exact spot in my colon where my colitis is. Relationships are relationships, and that sounds so cliché, or just obvious, but it's more than just that romantic kind, though there's no feeling quite like the destruction of that one, but you can get sick from any of it. It might be best to look at them all under the same microscope, or magnifying glass, or maybe just the naked eye because you don't want to get too close. That same limbo, just hanging suspended waiting to say what you need to say or just an action that speaks louder, but you won't get that opportunity for days, and treading water can get tiring, but it's something to do to mask the shaking.