The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dali.
If ever there was a painting to sum up how I am feeling at this precise moment, it has to be this one! Comfortably relaxed to the point where time and space meet, and where I can not feel where my body ends and the vast expanse of the universe begins. Where my thoughts feel heavy, and yet my body feels light enough for the winds to easily carry me away.
To describe myself as ‘tired’ falls far short of the mark.
To describe time as ‘passing’ is like describing a speeding bullet traveling by in ultra slow-motion.
There and not there in equal measure.
Time is passing by quickly, and yet I feel as though there is plenty of time and no time at all.
I’m not confused. I just am.
Relaxed.
Still.
Calm.
And I’m feeling good…
Good enough to sleep…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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