I'll come down

it's a tightening of some parts and a loosening of others. it's your skin floating off your body. it's your world like you're wearing 3-D glasses and every dimension has been slightly flattened between planes. all the good feelings go up by five and the bad ones go down. no pain. no anger. no fear.
but a dullness and inability to think or focus. a balance. everything feels better and part of feeling good involves not acknowledging the shit. so that just bobs away, concealed by some kind haze. a brain-wise haze.
sometimes I love this, when I don't get analytical. writing is the worst thing I could do in this frame of mind.