Drugs are for real. Real people take them. Sometimes the drugs makes me feel like I’m surrounded by cushions. and all the cushions are pressing against me. I can feel myself lean into them. It feels squishy. Mushy. Warm. Especially if its humid out. Forget about it! My body becomes exactly what it is, and I am scared at realizing its smallness in comparison to the universe. My limbs hang. The nerve endings are always getting a little more numb I think… Sad, age is sad. Finite. You’re so literal it drives me crazy! Jump on my skateboard and break my legs!