souvenirs of madness

Thursday, Dec. 29, 2005 @ 22:24

reducing the little orange pills has me shaking and praying for relief. i had thought it would be good to ease those sticky chemicals from my blood but now the madness they give me seems strange but more beautiful. the intensity of my dreams remains at present but oddly i will miss their vivid colours when they fade.

the tremor in my hands now reaches up into my chest and it's pushing my heart to it's limits. i bite my lips until they bleed. i want to sleep until it's over but i'm too restless to settle. i'm waiting for itching in my skin to stop and twitching in my legs to disappear. i will not miss this.

and somehow i have to make it to work for 7am.