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3 points of jib
Feel Alive
It brings tears to my eye every time, The searing pain of that sudden sharp intake. But just as quickly as it came, it’s gone again As a delirious elation quickly ensues Tingling every sense into euphoria Never mind the bitterness draining down my throat The body soars over a manically impossible cadence without protest, And I’m talking like I’m on fire. How utterly fascinating everything seems When you’re so completely focused. I could run forever on nothing And I did… Low The clock says it’s been 18 hours That initial giddy exhilaration has finally faded towards the inevitable. Nothing more than an echo, just an inferior ammonia-flavoured ache But I’m no longer alert enough to understand these thoughts racing around my head Instead they end up jumbled and useless It’s just as well.. Each impulse is like a razorblade dragging across my brain Sleep will not come easily, Despite my body’s many cries of exhaustion; it continues on autopilot While the mind occupies itself by rediscovering the obvious in long drawn out circles Only to jolt back to reality Disgusted by its own incredulity Is it worth it? But as I dream of next time, “Yes,” is all I want to believe. Lament They couldn’t help me I didn’t want it, or need it, or even ask for it But now my family is tired of lies I’m sorry, but hope was something I could not truly offer I had no time for guilt or regret Any and all rational thought abandoned me My mind now revolves around a constant craving Ordinary life feels like it’s in slow motion I need more and more to make it go faster I don’t know what I’ll do to get it today… It’s still worth it though (I think?) Besides, you can’t change the past. I can’t not believe it’s worth it now. |
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