I am not feeling well. Something has its grip on me. I am messed up. I am disassociating from the world around me. The world whirls around me in a blur. The big band music is soaked up by my brain. Wondering what my friends are up to. My right hand vibrates so that I’m having a hard time typing. Drinking coffee further twists my mind. Still the big band music rattles on bopping and sweeping across my dendrites. I wish I had a hug but I don’t think I could physically accept one- too much stimulation. Swirling. I am out. Life is but an image upon a plane. Something has its grip on me.
