Unfriendly Doses:
Tepid, soft hands run through your hair. Chestnut eyes stray to the ground, lips dusted with alabaster powder. Your nose twitches as ecstasy courses through your veins' meandering pathway. Light, bright and blaring, illuminates your soul. The same way the phosphorescent moon shines through the murky night. Peaceful and mirth, quick and sweet, bursts forth. Your hands are jelly and numb toes shiver and quiver like a violin's string.
Pendulum:
When it's all over, when your eyes are pried open and you are drowning in reality's rapids. Bitterness, anguish. Yet...it hasn't changed. Life is a pendulum, swinging back and forth...on a delicate string. Dying is fraying, gradually wearing down until it disappears. Evaporates. But these unhealthy doses are balloons, soaring and trying to pull you out of the midnight, endless hole.
But it's not the release I seek.
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Ink
De TodoA collection of quotes, prose, poems and other things I feel like writing.
