On relaxation.

Relaxation is not something that comes naturally to me. I often take things too far, this is an important fact. My self-control is a precarious creature; a turn of the winds increase the volume of liquid to my lips – the cells inside me vibrate joyously. An unnatural hedonism has swept over me, a resting point alongside the beaten and trodden path. A deserved pause in time, akin to a drop of liquid atop parched lips. Relaxation is an art, a learned skill, a skill for which a user’s manual does not exist…trust me to require such a thing.

I lie back on the floor, drink in hand, music in my ears and presence in my heart.

what a feeling.

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