It does not hurt very bad
But it still hurts immensely, if that’s sensible
The dose of anesthesia was drastically high,
A little more please I still feel this.
There, my body is no longer affected.
All of these nerves relocated from the tangible, to the depths of my spirit
I must release my soul, delimit my mind, and free my spirit
To acquire the numbness, peace, that I cannot allow my vices to take credit for

Running through ancient Appalachia
Frolicking without a care
She had never felt more joy-
Never felt less aware.

As they followed the waterfall trail,
There was no time to spare-
Time was irrelevant,
As they were breathing in clean air.

Treetops swirling into one another,
Breeze slow and soft,
Sweeping salty tears off of her cheek-
They were lost.

Lost in their own minds,
Nothing left to exhaust.
Inspiration was the mountain peak-
Floral scents aloft.

Driving in a spiral
Down the rugged cracked road-
They pulled off to the side,
Anxieties and heart rates slowed.

There they found two cement half-
Pipes peering over the mountain side
They climbed down, sat in their grasps-
Contently contemplating their lives.

She turned to her love
To ask what he was doing.
He said “writing down ideas”

There, she saw her fate.