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Days and Dreams get melty in the middle.
richmond
hazelhush
Today was odd. The days in general, odd.
There seem to be definite disconnects between moments.
A break, like a skip, or scene change even.
A life made up of many realities.
All true, all very real.

Or maybe it's just the meds.


Stoked is how I feel about going off of them.



I don't really remember the last time I felt truly rested.
It's a blurry memory. A nice, fuzzy, blurry memory.

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