Thought Trains & Migraines

This post is a copy of my now defunct Friendster blog. Friendster blog just isn't good, so I migrated all my posts from there to here.

PART I

I am a person of no focus.

I think I think, and I even think of my thoughts, and I end up having thought trains as long as my DNA strands stretched from India to Indonesia. But somewhere between tracks (or bonds), links break loose, and the trains collapse. And I end up realizing that I managed to lose myself in my thoughts somewhere.

PART II

Two months since my migraine attacks siege. Migraines have gotten the better best of me. Migraines have become my condition rather than an exception. My head is getting heavier and heavier everyday, and my thoughts get pressed between roaring train tracks and extreme pain (extreme must be an exaggeration since I have a high pain tolerance level). Now, I suffer migraine even in my sleep. And I even dream of migraines that smell of green, thick phlegm that clings to my throat and have a hard time "expectorating" when I wake up. Ironically, though, the sight of phlegm blobs that I manage to expel in the morning gives me a relief, even pleasure. How I wish the blobs were the pain I suffer. How I wish I can spit the pain I suffer each and everyday.