POV you are amazing

POV

 I take a deep breath, my lungs fill with cool fresh air. I close my eyes, clearing my mind. What will I do? How do I say it? I am ineffective in my brain cleanse not unlike the juice cleanse I went on a month ago. Thoughts surge through my mind, questions, many without answers. What can I do? What can I do to free me from this prison, trapped by my own thoughts, my own internal screams. How do I become one with peace. I must find serenity. I clasp my hands in one another, skin on skin, flesh on flesh. Friction or a soft touch. Warmth. How do I compensate for these bounds I can not fill, these empty spaces. My mind is full but yet I am not. Sound carries then fades. The silence is eternal. I scream, but I am not heard. I inhale once more, do I continue or stop, the breathing, that is, my life. Am I cared for. Would there be pain from the end of mine. Silence. Forever. My thought are poetic, you would wish be to serenade and romance you with my juicy and steamy words. I speak, I whisper in ears, against skin. A simple breath. I am conscious. I wiggle my fingers, move my legs. I reach into my back pocket and find, what is this, this smooth, cylindrical, skinny object. I pull it out, I see it before my eyes. White lines run down it and there are ridges near the top and bottom. Beautiful brown balls settle in the center, the ridges keeping them in. The mighty chocolate milk straw. I feel a surge of the Serotonin H*B could not supply me with next to the Melatonin. I reach back into my other back pocket. This object is larger, smooth, and glass. Beads of water surround it. I put it before my eyes. A Glass of milk. I know my mission. I place the straw into the milk and take a sip. It tasted like chocolate. My inner ballad, my symphony. The music swells. I lift my head to scream, I shout. Throat raw, a pure sound. "Deez Nuts!" The words spring from my lips. Lifting, bouncing being carried away in the wind "Deez Nuts!" I scream again. Cymbals crash. Hands clap, the crowd cheers. The curtains close. The show is over. The end.

I worked on this quite hard, I hope you enjoy and appreciate this piece of art. I don't usually write seriously but I think this is a really good work.