Algae and your subatomic particulars

I'm not sure how to begin this; always fighting for my health.
People say it's because I smoke, but one came before the other, I remember.

Oh, I never can sleep?  When did this happen?  I remember being three and not sleeping.
And my first cigarette wasn't until I was seven.  It's not that simple.
The cigarettes are a symptom and for all those only comfortable not talking about the underlying things,
they'll brush it off as something they can understand.

It's comfortable suffering.
Could it be that simple that the path through the woods I've been running down since then has pushed people away and isolated me from humanity?  Sure.
Probably.
Or maybe it's a self-defense mechanism.  Not maybe.  Definitely.

I can't tolerate wasting time with you if you're ignoring the signs.  I can't even speak your language.
The Chinese doctor is making me herbs to relax.  He stabbed my trigger points with needles.  He said I was a know-it-all-eagle.

Sigh.  I am supposed to read Tao te Ching and figure out how to be sick of sickness and not be a know it all.