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Sometimes it feels as though my soul has transcended from my body- to somewhere newer, more fresh. Not in the sense of feeling lost, though, but instead far from it. It simply vacated the soft flesh that once contained it lying on its mattress and watched from outside as it flew further away, until it became just a speck. Perhaps a soul can only stay trapped in this vessel of blood and bone for so long. As aforementioned, this is not a feeling of loss, but some sort of freedom from a confinement. Confinement from measurements, superficial judgement, freedom from a body tormented by its somehow determined value. It feels as though my body is left lying on this mattress and it is so far forgotten that I feel free and weightless. Like a drug, this feeling surges through me and excites every fibre of my being, but I am soon brought back to my mattress, and reality. For although it may often feel as though I am capable of leaving the harsh restraints of feeling so trapped for a few, blissful minutes- it won’t last forever. It must be accepted that this body has done no wrong, does not deserve to be disowned. The truth is, after all, that whilst it may feel magnificent to drift away for some time, wouldn’t it feel so much better to be comfortable in the place I’m stuck in?...