Too Marvelous to Truly Relish

I am straining to anchor my introspection to paper prior to seeming insane. I am damaging myself... Remedy, I want to ingest the poison, expecting it will capture me from here. I strive to be clear-headed. I have suppressed the demand for the flower in order to flourish. At the moment, I am aware I am doing even more dreadfully. I sense the rise inclining upwards. I desire to be a recluse. It has all been too marvelous to relish. My sanity is vanishing. It's been a season since I wanted to dissipate from sight.