Gratefulness of an un-pathological condition

Unbuttoning my eyes from a       
Seizure       
I haven't quite gotten over,       
Thanking my friends for excusing my usage       
Of poorly scripted Synonyms conveying all the wrong meanings,     
Swimming unimpressively in an addiction       
Of the unwanted       
parallel        
Universe,      
       
I find myself appreciate a helpful purse       
For arming this penniless Blur       
with a few more       
 paper planes, after  
I realise my lungs have just relished       
the Lifespan of a       
mute Well-wisher       
When my bipolar vision catches the attention of        
the lit end of a       
Momentary craving.