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It alarms me to be back here, in front of the blinking cursor which compels me to push it forward- keep the flow moving with words and with my soul. How to focus back into the reality that is passing faster than I'm ready for? What is it that cuts me off? -is it the plant, the drinks, the comfort, the prison, the chemical imbalance? who? knows?
I sense that a chance must occur. Something drastic with shift the plates of my psyche, realining them to form a new pattern that FLOWS rather than jolts.
If I were to speak like a normal human, I would clearly tell you that I was fairly intoxicated, had just fed this condition-relaxation-alteration with more giggle gas. I just had a fantastic night with a few good friends and an incredible sense of my parallel universes. On nights like this, I can feel the other existences buzzing around my body like a swarm of gnats. I don't know how to welcome them or how to ignore them and so they continually occur, popping up in my blankness.
I sense that a chance must occur. Something drastic with shift the plates of my psyche, realining them to form a new pattern that FLOWS rather than jolts.
If I were to speak like a normal human, I would clearly tell you that I was fairly intoxicated, had just fed this condition-relaxation-alteration with more giggle gas. I just had a fantastic night with a few good friends and an incredible sense of my parallel universes. On nights like this, I can feel the other existences buzzing around my body like a swarm of gnats. I don't know how to welcome them or how to ignore them and so they continually occur, popping up in my blankness.