its strange and wonderful all at once, and i dont feel llike i live anymore. i feel like my skin is gone an my soul has slid outside of me
i feel strange, like jello in a hot plate or liquor insie an icec ream box
i dont belong wher ei am but am somehow at home and oozed into the nook snad crannies, melted and frozen and melted all over again to fitin nicely and smothly, and comfortably.
yet i am going to be cleaned away soon, i can feel it