I feel really bad. Is this alcohol withdrawal? I don’t know what to do.
If I could just sleep in a field of grass all day. Or walk. Or just see the hills roll into the sunset. Stay outdoors all day. In the fields.
If I could just wander in the forest at night. Danger.
If I could just swim at the beach. Paradise.
If I could. If I could just. I don’t even know.
I’m so lost. I can’t even cry. My emotions aren’t dead, but where are they?
It’s funny, how much functionality you need in a human mind/body interface to even get to the art section. Art can’t even begin to happen without functionality. And that means neurotransmitters and good health.
I don’t even know.