Childhood dreams left me covered in dew. My legs have two human power and are less than ideal for vacations. Chained to machines I remain grateful. The introvert demands attention. I undergo demolition and reconstruction periodically.
Intellectual pessimism defers to innate optimism.
Words fail me often, particularly nouns. Now, here's what it all means. When I was born, I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis and my estimated lifespan was ten years. I'm now 29 and have a high probability of living at least beyond 30. Part of having CF for me is not being able to digest food well.