a little
something
to take me
away
from what’s
been taken
away
and what’s
been
wrought
upon us
i
flush
you
down
Em
pink pills, blue and black pills, pink and blue pills, pills to make you hot. Pills to make you finally hot. Hot hot pills. These pills are made for hotting and that’s just what they’ll do. DON’T: take away my pills. Don’t take them when you’re the TSA agent screening my pills. I’m allowed to have my pills. I HAVE to have them. You don’t get to say whether or not I have them. They are mine; a doctor gave them to me. A doctor who is not you.
mo
The pursuit of health often leads us down winding pharmaceutical paths. It’s an exploration of chemistry, a navigation through the maze of biology. In the heart of this complex journey, we seek a sanctuary of wellness.
SLYSLY
Society craves panaceas, magic potions to absolve us of our maladies. Yet, true health is not encapsulated in a tablet, but nurtured through balance – of mind, body, and spirit, of work, play, and rest.
Jaz
It’s the simplicity of the form that belies its complexity. A tiny sphere of hope, it holds within it the culmination of centuries of scientific evolution. Each dosage a testament to the relentless pursuit of wellness.
human_esque
The capsule of healing, it’s a testament to the marvels of science. It’s a distillation of knowledge, a tangible manifestation of the quest for health. Within it lies the promise of wellness, the hope of relief.
arlo
I have spent my life for others need. I worked a full time job at the age of 14, while pushing through high school AP courses. As an adult I put my life on hold, focusing on working as much as possible so that my spouse could go to school. Now I am middle aged make good money, very blessed and yet I am unhappy. My dreams never came to pass while I waited for others, and now the tough pill to swallow is it is I who must find a way to be happy and follow my heart.
son
I sort through my wife’s medication, slipping each pill into the desired day on her pill box. Her vision isn’t so great anymore, and she tends to take the wrong medication if left to her own accord. So many pills, all different colors and sizes… just …so…many. It breaks my heart, she is not even 50 years old yet. A life of not taking care of one’s self will lead to this. I need to get in shape, I need to make sure I am healthy. I do not take one pill, and I want to keep it that way.
a little
something
to take me
away
from what’s
been taken
away
and what’s
been
wrought
upon us
i
flush
you
down
pink pills, blue and black pills, pink and blue pills, pills to make you hot. Pills to make you finally hot. Hot hot pills. These pills are made for hotting and that’s just what they’ll do. DON’T: take away my pills. Don’t take them when you’re the TSA agent screening my pills. I’m allowed to have my pills. I HAVE to have them. You don’t get to say whether or not I have them. They are mine; a doctor gave them to me. A doctor who is not you.
The pursuit of health often leads us down winding pharmaceutical paths. It’s an exploration of chemistry, a navigation through the maze of biology. In the heart of this complex journey, we seek a sanctuary of wellness.
Society craves panaceas, magic potions to absolve us of our maladies. Yet, true health is not encapsulated in a tablet, but nurtured through balance – of mind, body, and spirit, of work, play, and rest.
It’s the simplicity of the form that belies its complexity. A tiny sphere of hope, it holds within it the culmination of centuries of scientific evolution. Each dosage a testament to the relentless pursuit of wellness.
The capsule of healing, it’s a testament to the marvels of science. It’s a distillation of knowledge, a tangible manifestation of the quest for health. Within it lies the promise of wellness, the hope of relief.
I have spent my life for others need. I worked a full time job at the age of 14, while pushing through high school AP courses. As an adult I put my life on hold, focusing on working as much as possible so that my spouse could go to school. Now I am middle aged make good money, very blessed and yet I am unhappy. My dreams never came to pass while I waited for others, and now the tough pill to swallow is it is I who must find a way to be happy and follow my heart.
I sort through my wife’s medication, slipping each pill into the desired day on her pill box. Her vision isn’t so great anymore, and she tends to take the wrong medication if left to her own accord. So many pills, all different colors and sizes… just …so…many. It breaks my heart, she is not even 50 years old yet. A life of not taking care of one’s self will lead to this. I need to get in shape, I need to make sure I am healthy. I do not take one pill, and I want to keep it that way.