Whispers of illusory

the ugly truth: a medication that will ultimately define you lingers on the tip of a doctor's tongue he or she cant beckon the stereotypical nature but promises of peril are never the less a misfortune of wanting to feel better and un-agitated. perhaps we all should swallow a pill and drown in a euphoric aroma to sleep and burrow dreams for the blinded are left to thought and fictionalized entertainment. it was a cold night and she dreamt of inner peace the question of psychosis is what drove her mad.