balancing on the tops of trees, I see everything, still, in clarity, in the sharpsmooth confines of my frustratingly stoic pre-frontal cortex
I sluggishly struggle through the snarls and tangles of my "emotional conundrums" to quell the misfiring synapses still bouncing wetly within. no pressure to focus no tactile center to make it stop the speeding car we nearly didn't miss the feeling of this space gently and dangerously adrift.