This Rush, Heady, intoxicating Pounding against my white interior Clawing through my skin. Begging, fighting, screaming, For a way out. Dripping, oozing Through every word And every well timed ******. Its fire and warmth gives me A new sort of fragile Strength.
Intoxicated by my thoughts. Wishing I knew what is making it all swerve around like snake or worm. I don’t know what caused it? It might had been the tragic event that happened on Wednesday? Even maybe this might be my next mental state prospective; that is strange like all of them. I wish that everything was normal and that I could think straight. Too many things my brain can process, a tragic event or my brain trying to confused me with answers on a test cause I start thinking about my future. Wishing I could go back to the past and be in those comfort memories, that I day dream about and play in a movie in my brain on constant. Only if I could dissect brain. Though I’m in this real world; I’m supposedly in. I could dissect it; however, it would be hard cause I have Derealization and Dyslexia.
I can still taste it the shot I've always loved; the espresso that gave a rush. By the window, let's not beat around the bush, this is a never ending stash; hush, intoxicated, drawn into you. In the end, its aftertaste killed me, in silence. I felt so high; light, afloat -- empty. Over a coffee, eyes on me you left my heart beating into thin line; now I'll let it sleep Until I'm ready for another shot.