A collection of poems by a loud mind

The descent

It feels like floating.

Like I'm finally free.

A ballon above, my favorite shade of orange.

A string attached to my chest, that lovely calming green.

And the sound of wind blowing through me.

It's a high nothing compares to.

Something about being this free washes away at me.

And then, unfortunately

the dread begins.

I look up, 

A pin.

Yes A pin.

Silver. Tiny. And Sharp.

I know when it's coming, like a bird I've never seen in these skies before.

Flying across. Disappearing.

A simple but ominous sign.

There's never much of a wind up before,

I'm falling.

It's like being brought back to life, in my case that's a bad thing. 

I float every so slowly down to earth. In my mind it's an excruciating and slow descent to my end, but in realty, it's a quick smooth ride down.

Before I know it I'm back in this useless body, tethered to it like a string binding me.

Pressing the balloon deep in my chest till it's that familiar pressure.

Haunting me.

I stew in the feeling before the dam breaks.

When all the water drains away I'm left with this smooth numbness like cold, thick coffee sliding down my throat.

Then the waiting begins. Waiting for the high to carry me back to my familiar skies. Though until then. I'm left with the same pressure behind my eyes, and the ache in my body.