Glomp.

A new realm of consciousness appropriates my reality. The once fidgety and uncomfortable limbs now restrained by chemical focus injected...

Why is it that we suffer today? Why is it that the deepest part of our soul aches in detachment? Our parched minds crawl desperately...

Words, a suspended synchronization of sounds set to fly through air, stamp on paper, and ink in skin to make sense of this spinning...