Nobody listens any more, it's a crime...

So I get high, and everything melts away. All the damage, all the unknowns... they don't matter. It's a very simple state of mind... and that's its brilliance. Thoughts are registered by the primal mind before the cognitive. The first wave that hits is how you feel, not your reaction. No words, only a pulsing, liquid form.

It's at these moments that I feel whole -- That is to say, it's at these moments that I feel patched up and without a leak. It is the pinnacle of my relaxation. My mind is gnawing voraciously at its own limbs... I'm eating myself, destroying my identity more and more with each passing twilight. The moon rises, and I'm reflective; too much so. Nothing is absorbed and I feel drained. It's in this state of mind that I can attempt to achieve serenity. I don't strive to end the war, I'm fighting for no more than a singular moment of peace.

Is it so wrong to hide sometimes? I get weak... and I know these words would mean so much more if I hadn't been hiding for so long.