There’s a certain type of numbness that possesses you often. You feel exhilarated. Your insides are twisting in a raging war that you have signed up for voluntarily. Yet, your surroundings.. they feel blurred. Moving at a speed only windstorms might begin to fathom. You turn to other creative tools in hopes you might put everything on pause. Wondering if that is what you really want. What you really need..
Smoke inhabits your lungs. Alcohol drains your soul. Seeds of poisonous formulas take control of your mind. And you drift. Just as fast, just us mad as the world around you. Maybe then, you’ll begin to feel normal again.