I stopped taking my drug today. The veneer of safety padding has been stripped from all my doubts. I am sheltered in a cuacophany of self-loating and panic. I want the sleep of Juliette perhaps less tragic to my surroundings but just as still, as peaceful. The rain outside is deafening.It rattles my nerves.I am one who loves the rain but this rain is threatening my peace. Fear not gentle reader all will be well in the morning...it always is.
Sigh...
Sigh...
the drugs don't work on me anymore.
the syringe doesn't even break the skin.
the rain is my only escape.
and my lycra leotard is waterproof, thankfully.
the only problem is that my bat boomerang slips off the metal walls of the doomed megatropolis when i fly by a brisk crime fighting night.