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This Magic Moment
In a past post I've written about difficulties with what I call, "The Onslaught of Thought," a terrifying real swirl of every recallable experience of mine, whether good, bad, or indifferent. They come as pieces of a puzzle: in colors, words...
The Onslaught of Thought
Sounds during slumber pull me slowly through a foggy dream, lifting me away from the safety net that keeps me from insanity. Eyelids flicker, feeling arises. Now what is this? Ahhh...the experience of painless existence; cushiony clouds absorbing daylight...