Once all is put aside and the dashing move made, I’m now back in the zone. Just what problems, exactly? Because, whatever they were, they’re finally behind as I’ve clocked off for a much deserved and anticipated break.
Here, within my annex, I’ve escaped nature’s impositions by successfully projecting enough distraction to keep me satisfied and relieved. Fortunately, I’ve sought out and harvested ample ‘artificial space’ by refining my memory, and now the clutter is far, far away.
It’s about time I fill my world with perfect space again. Or at least my perception of it, which is all that counts.
And even though the magnet that keeps me cramped in a negative field is powerful, sooner or later I’d always break away and flip the pole from years and years of these etched-in habits. As an Escape Artist, my thoughts have dug a pathway and they ultimately find their own way around. They routinely massage my senses at the precise point, triggering the override I need to shake my heaviness away.
A Simple Psycho-delic Recipe to Transport My Consciousness Away From Any Problems
I do love my lighter or floatier fragments. But obviously, who wouldn’t?