That line from The White Stripes, "The Hardest Button to Button" always amused me, but that is exactly how I feel right now! My brain hurts! My mind hurts! It's swollen with thoughts and ideas and it's pressing against the inside of my skull like my belly was when it was testing the tension of my button flies jeans after Thanksgiving dinner.
I have things to learn. I'm trying. Oh Lord, I'm trying to learn. Trying to memorize. Think. Get it down. Lock these words in place, in order, with meaning, with feeling, but it's so hard. The words, I see them, I say them, but instead another word comes out, another meaning. Some kinda word blindness. Something viral removes the words, erases the words written on the blackboard of my mind. Some evil rogue sub-mind jokingly pulls the seat out as the word is learned and attempting to sit in it's correctly placed chair, but it falls away forgotten.
I wish you could gently rub my temples. I wish you could press your wet lips to my fever heated forehead and cool my worries. I wish you could massage my brain.
But more than anything, I wish you could stand invisible with me onstage and in your soft quiet voice whisper to me, in my ear through your warm honey breath, the lines I must say in the play.
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