I was going to post the lyrics to Kimya Dawson's song "Underground" because I've had a frustrating headache today and I relate to the lyrics. But I think you'll find my alternative selection much more eloquent. For one, it's a poem (by e.e. cummings, my favourite) and I guess I just decided that it counts. Also, it's not about having sinusitis.
"Lady, i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene
(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which i do not write."
E.E. Cummings
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