too hot

"her fever is down" is she responding to the medication? "no."

i am four years old. wispy dark hair loose on my small shoulders. an innocent mind and bright eyes. i have nothing to worry about. nothing at all. i am oblivious to this world. and the world is oblivious to me. but that does not matter. because all i know is my mom. all i know is my dad and my sister. my dog. my small collection of play-things. and the house we live in. built by my fathers hands. i knew that. i knew little pain. shallow sadness. i knew nothing of this place.

i am twenty years old. same messy dark hair. now. innocent eyes. and a fairly bright mind. this brain is plagued. this world is plagued.