In a fleeting moment, the spasms of euphoria leave me.
I feel the pressure of the world coming to outweigh and extract me from the wonderland I have hopelessly resided in for months and months on end.
I feel everything crashing down, my thoughts uneasy, erratic, unsteady.
I feel my memories squeezed together and splashing against the fragments of my chaotic thoughts.
I'm tired of everything; the little pebble-like heaven gives me no haven.
My brain is twisted like the branches of gnarly and grotesque willow trees, whose body— like mine are like a mad woman's, rotten and impure.
I feel my lungs contract, refusing to give me any oxygen.
I feel my vision go blurry, and my peripherals shutting down.
It's chaotic, draining, daunting,
beautiful.
