Ed

Honesty cannot be contrived

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