There is a mental state
I strive to achieve a homeostatic state a humming a lull like those alpha wave tapes they sold in the 60's
I need to hear that in my head all day. Instead of the clanging of my thoughts and the clashing of my
wants versus what I should do need to do and the sad, bright violins from "Sunshine" so melancholy
so consistent that remind me how it is not to have anyone understand
Less than Inspired? Try Describing Your Loved One to Someone Else
"He looks very handsome, " she typed to me. "He really is... he has this... African King regality to him... and yet he's an englishman and says things like veh-jet-able instead of vejtuhbull," I responded typing every word with growing pride. "He also looks like he's tall," she continued "Well, he's about my height with shoes but slightly taller than me without. But his presence is dominating. It's wonderful."
And I read what I wrote and felt the warmth I feel when I curl myself up into a little ball somewhere under his chin, on his chest and in his arms where he tucks me ever so gently when he holds me.
