Charlotte-Stone

     I was in paradise once.     It really wasn't that long ago. Physically, I mean. But I could almost cry at how  long ago it feels mentally. I was in paradise that one day. That single day, the first bedazzling break into ease, and I was overwhelmed with relief and the thought that anything could ever have been any different felt so childish. I was comfortable. Sitting around a fire in blanket with a cup of milky sugary tea kind of comfortable. But I wasn't just that. No, I was euphoric. I was in nirvana. I was kissing the creator.    And I've tried to get back there. I've taken the