If I would describe what it feels like, it'll be something like I am floating on a tub of margarine yellow joy, thin syrupy elusive radioactive madness gradually coating every wiry strand found on skin surface, revelling on smell and feel, not aware of the impending drowning. But not content on this wonderful buoyancy, arms stretched, legs spread there must be more to this, but this is nice and quiet, shhh, not a sound, sweetheart, I'm straining my ears for the next strains. I strive for something better, this has been a nice ride but it's time to go this place is as warm as a thick sweater but it has run its course, its shelf life is up, time to go sweetheart, get in the car before the sun goes down.