So, this second… this very second… and only this second…
I am completely focused.
In this second, my potential focus has been realized. It is fading quickly… so I really have only so much time before the dullness shades in and I pass out. So I have to work quickly…
oh, and I’m drunk. FYI.
But in recognizing this fact…
It really is no different.
…I mean, as before.
I take prescription speed. Legally prescribed by a doctor.
do my thing… then, i need to calm the extra buzzing.
…Alcohol sounds wonderful in this capacity.
So again, as before, I drink the wine that will balance the speed.
and I reach this, basically the same, (though comparatively mundane) superlative place.
It’s the same.
I mean, it’s not. But it is.
I’ve learned and stretched time as much as I have. In a manner that I can function. All due to the cessation of the illicit, illegal form of speed that one acquires shadily.
So, time has stretched… but whatever. the focus has been shaded-out… and I’m over it. Or it’s over me.