What a feeling, or should I say what "not feeling".
I'm having the start of what is another relapse, but it is quite serene. My limbs are starting to seperate. They have their own weight, and they have their own lives. They are like they are part of me, but can't command them to do my commissions for me.
I always think of Marc Chagall, with his floating characters that are all important, but aren't joined.
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I'm thinking of you while you ride this roller coaster.
Thankyou Kathleen. It is so odd this, and I'll never get used to the challenge.
Limbs starting to separate - ay ay.
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