I am glaring at my co-workers.
Which is about as bad as a sign of the disconnect between mind, body and soul as any.
Something is off if I think I am happy while I glare at everyone.
I think I am happy and in love while I am pissed off and full of rage.
My soul is like a corn husk.
There is nothing in my mind.
My heart is a robotic whore.
My spirit may be well.
My body is healthy.
