I've been laying wide-eyed on this bare bed for the past two months. Neatly-formed cobwebs have been created in and around my eye-sockets, connecting to my nose and spanning all the way down to my tippy toes.
Some sort of chemical balance has been made in my cerebral cortex and my thoughts have been projected soundly and peacefully lately. If you asked me how that happened, I could not tell you. But what I could tell you is that I am alive. Alive and breathing. And I think I am okay. Maybe. Just, maybe.
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