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I'm drifting away from the "extreme" fringe of my consciousness. Coming back to what I assume would appropriately be some form of a moderate consciousness. This is something I have no control over. The act in itself feels very natural, but I find myself at times wanting to interrupt it, to intervene and say, "Hey! Stop! Go back! Why are you going back to that?!" It's interesting. It's as though I've done my damage, paid my dues, gave recognition to that part of me that is tuned into a different view of everything - world, reality, life, existence, possibility - and now I can return to a moderate view in which I can function to a higher degree. Trying to describe this is like trying to undo a tangled and knotted string of sewing thread, without nails, just your stubby fingers. I put lots of neosporin on all my cuts. It felt good. The itching and stinging stopped instantly. I still have a lot of damage to the outward reality that I need to tend to. Homework, school shit, college shit.
I'll be okay. It's a slow process that requires patience. I'll be okay.
I'm drifting away from the "extreme" fringe of my consciousness. Coming back to what I assume would appropriately be some form of a moderate consciousness. This is something I have no control over. The act in itself feels very natural, but I find myself at times wanting to interrupt it, to intervene and say, "Hey! Stop! Go back! Why are you going back to that?!" It's interesting. It's as though I've done my damage, paid my dues, gave recognition to that part of me that is tuned into a different view of everything - world, reality, life, existence, possibility - and now I can return to a moderate view in which I can function to a higher degree. Trying to describe this is like trying to undo a tangled and knotted string of sewing thread, without nails, just your stubby fingers. I put lots of neosporin on all my cuts. It felt good. The itching and stinging stopped instantly. I still have a lot of damage to the outward reality that I need to tend to. Homework, school shit, college shit.
I'll be okay. It's a slow process that requires patience. I'll be okay.