Feeling achingly slow lately. Chewing away at time, gnawing the precious marrow of happiness. I’m perplexed by emotion, and a victim of chemical imbalance. I began a very new regimen, designed to improve my constant twitching, sweating and otherwise anxious thoughts. My mind is cloudy, like a pond covered in lily-pads. The frogs of thought elude capture, and butterflies of reason flutter to higher altitudes. Persistent nightmares and uncomfortable rest keep me in a conscious torpor, as I bumble through reality on limited reserves. Plagued occasionally by symptoms and side effects, I journey on, despite the ever increasing weight of the one ring.

Metaphors and literary references ftw.

Wish me luck.

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