there is nothing like slicing a chunk of flesh to the hinge to make you forget what you wanted to say.
what do you think of first when you hear the word 'cushion?' good, soft, comforting. someplace to rest and feel at home. or is it stagnant, sedentary, insulated, sheltered?
i feel like i'm living in a cushion right now. and i'm wondering how long i can sit here before i just plain can't get up anymore. how long i can lay down before it loses its shape and no longer looks pleasing.
i'm wondering these things because i cannot even chop herbs without losing a pound of flesh.