Once in a while.

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Tonight, as an example.  Often lately, near bedtime.  I didn't find this place by using drugs, or necessarily the life I lead.  Pain, a lot of it.  Pain itself became it's own painkiller.  It stacks.  And stacks some more.  Eventually, if you live, you are here.  The frozen fever arrives with it.  In the mornings just the frozen fever.  A bit of midday is almost normal.  I'm not sure if it's a good thing, now, or not.


no pain you are receiving...

coming through in waves...

out of the corner of my eye...

I... have become
comfortably numb...

It could be a lot worse.  Perhaps just lifting the numbness... it wouldn't just be out of the corner of my eye.  Maybe not though, the fire contained in the ice works to the same ends.  I think?  Good night.