I. doubt is how it starts, staring into the scars of empty promises burned into my undilated pupils. it tasted sweet, like candy- actually, literally, it was candy dissolving into crystals on my hopeful tongue.
II. forty five minutes- potential energy forming kinetic energy overflowing through my veins, i couldn’t feel anymore- my toes were tingling like flaming icicles against my skin but at that point i was too abstracted to notice such insignificant physical impulses.
III. my short term memory is ****. forget everything, forget which buttons to press. forgetting feeling never lasts forever for a reason
IV. no substance, no meaning, i guess i’ll get there, but i’m making progress by even thinking at all, it’s just a feeling. an experience, no different from any other besides its potential but i am still undecided on how to approach any of this. disappointment cannot be avoided sometimes, only quelled.
V. mary jane gives a two and a half foot long kiss; i can taste the smoke on your lips as if they were my own, as if i were the smoke itself, existing only in wisps that you blow out your mouth.
VI. i can’t begin to guess how it will end- since sleep is just like giving in. twelve hours without boredom is something that i am addicted to; they are like day dreams, my eyes were open wide and unblinking but i swear i wasn’t trying to see.