I wrote to a dear friend today: “I think if I were to describe me, I have areas of great calm and acceptance, areas of great sadness and areas of utter confusion. And then, when all that has cycled through, I have an area of blissful, cocooning exhaustion.”
they gave me the pre-med half a minute and it swooped across my vision like a windscreen wiper and turned my inner eyelids dripping red like clay oozing down Gaudi's wall the viscous swab of it gushed thick as a promise quietening my ears my thoughts softly to sleep tiredness can do the same until i feel dense and soft as a cushion outside noises are muffled in my stuffing and I loll being without being here a mind escaped
Out of the Cave 
Amazing, I love your work.
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thank you!! So lovely! 🙂
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Excellent!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Brilliant! When I had my first pre-med it was such a blissful feeling that I began to understand how people get hooked on drugs!
That feeling right before you drift off to sleep has been splendidly captured.
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Yes. I told my husband that same thing! I really understand the wish to go back for more!
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Not at the cost of another op though! 🙂
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True. 🙂
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wonderful descriptions: you take us right into that blissful escape 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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