Preoccupation's a high, a dangerous one at that. When it dies down (every single time) I get stuck in neutral, in a deep daze. It can become physically harmful, although the mental has been scathed long before and without any repose, there's barely any recovery (how profound). That, in terms of an unintentional lifestyle, has been going on for nearly eight years. The lingering fatigue in my eyes has merged with my corporate blood-soak-inked signature while I notice that I am nearly outside. So very close.