The day drags slowly in a cloud of post-intoxication, eating away at my day of making up for lost time. I linger over morning coffee but return to my bed to watch a movie and wait for the shivering to subside.
Some days, the words flow like an uncontrollable river, and I have no choice but to follow the story wherever it goes, only stopping to look back of what has passed upon reaching a slowing in the current. The problem is trying to return to Reality, to a world where I do not feel like those words told me I was feeling, where I did not just experience the picture they painted. It is a tricky escape. It's an exciting world.
It evens out.
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