navigate Soma Dark plum-black bruises fade into jaundiced yellow that fades into the skin across my hips and thighs. I can't seem to walk around tables or kitchen islands or much of anything in my path without incorrectly navigating the distance between myself and them. Inevitably, I run into it, wondering how I miscalculated such a commonplace task. The pain is quick forgotten in my brain, but the stain beneath my skin has often barely faded before I incur another. Their weary smile spreads sickly like the bruise, asking me a question. I also can't seem to navigate the distance between myself and them. I wonder how long we will continue, hurting ourselves like this. 221109 what's it to you? who go blather from