When I finally stopped
I heard the buzzing of the light bulbs and whirring of the bits and bobs
My eyes ached enjoyably
My feat soaked up the warmth from the wooden floors
My bum was stuck to the seat
The gentle touch of the lips together
The tongue hiding behind the teeth
The taste of the air as it enters the nostrils
The ears sensitive to all
Blood rushing around my limbs
The tingling at the tips of my tiny fingers
The utter indifference - That\'s freedom
I walk into another existence, still on planet earth but a heaven where nothing needs to make sense
I often see myself floating
There is no need to be tied down when you have no plans
Ironically it is when we are completely immersed head first, tits out, face loose that we find sense
I smile when I write this as I know that I have utter control