His brain moved always a few seconds behind his face. His head could acknowledge, his head could understand, but his mind was forever wrapped in numbness, peaceable, voluntary, equivocal numbness. He would smile, and his mind would kind of understand, but be so far behind the feeling as if it be on another world. He could touch, he could feel, he could be in the moment. Angels could dance around him, demons could kiss his feet, and he would stare hood-eyed and unblinking...all he wanted was silence, what he needed was stillness, what he got was numbness. But the world stayed away, a fog between himself and the chaos, the demands, the impatience...so that was something, he couldn't complain.
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