O.S

Euphoria is only ephemeral

    Do you know what it is like to have a broken heart? I do know this feeling. You're giving body and soul to please that person. You're now both crazy in love, can't even think about the future without the other one by your side. It's always beginning like this. But suddenly, when you were on your little pink cloud, almost touching euphoria, the person lets you down like nothing. Can you see the little pink cloud where you were resting? He's crying, slowly disappearing, letting you down as well. All of the joy and love living inside of you was just ephemeral. A short moment, a heartbeat, a smile, a gaze. The flame dancing in your chest is dying, leaving a cold freezing your blood. You don't know anymore the craziness of feeling your heart beating fast. There it is. There you are. Back into normal life. Don't have anybody to hold. To give your body, soul and love. No one. Your heart is empty. You're healing up and starting to build a fresh and new life! But not all peoples are like you.

    Indeed, there are peoples like me. Who can't heal up, who can't forget and turn the page. Who can't make their heart beat fast like before. So we're doing everything in our power to gain this feeling again. A couple of seconds, just to feel it. Feeling, a sensation we don't have anymore since our heart's beating normally. Since he's beating for everyone again. Not only to that person. We were searching again and again, we couldn't find anything to equals to this feeling. Eating, not sleeping, crying 'til we can't see anything, nothing were doing the job. For us, fueling the flame with another person wasn't possible. So we wanted to go further, go high. Higher. After school or work, we'd take the opposite path of the house. It would be cold, snow would bite our weak little body while music would play in our headphones. Then we would eventually get there: the big abandoned Manor of the city giving an absolute magnificent view all over the houses and parks. Soon we would be on the roof covered in snow. We would drop off our phone, backpack and headphones, thinking they would find your letter:

I wanted to feel it
One last time.
Before I die, my heart will
Beat fast

    A new feeling was building inside of our chest, something stronger as we would get closer to the edge. Hands were shivering as we would touch the fence, heart would beat so much more faster, making the flame burn your throat. There. It would there. The feeling. But we would need more. Legs would shake as they would cross this fence, hanging in the emptiness. Our gaze would look down, seeing a bunch of people being terrified and sad for us.

Look. Go on. It is all you can do while we, while I, decided to close my eyes. It was so fast, so good, and so short...

"Euphoria is ephemeral"