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[felicula]

Focus slips, and my eyes settle comfortably into repose. The sharp edges of reality blur, sliding just a couple inches to the left. The aches and itches in my belly seem far enough away not to matter much, while the movement of typing tingles and tickles up my arms. I know with every fiber of my being that taking it slow is a virtue. Indeed, the chemical haze renders caution into an exquisite languor.

This isn't like when I was young, diving into medication with a fury towards myself. Nor is it the sacrament with which some take leave of their senses. For now, it is sanctioned that I might partake of unreality willingly. Certainly, my pains are endurable without this assistance. Yet, within reason and following the rules set by my doctor, I might choose this release, this small comfort.

Like always, I am my own observer.

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Re: mmm..swirlies...

[blackfelicula.livejournal.com]

I realize that. My post today should show how I feel about that.