4/14/08

"Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he diguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort."


Take a breath out.
Inhale deeply.
Now it's time to come up.
The sensation, the sensation.
Sure, it burns but who gives a fuck?
It's worth it for the plateau.
Alive.
Your heart is beating faster now than you ever dreamed possible.
You feel nothing.

You feel nothing.

Nothing can be compared to how you look at things now.
New eyes.
Eyes that refuse to settle, refuse to shut.
But that's okay.
The city never sleeps, so neither will I.
Focus.
You can do things you never dreamed possible.
Mundane, maybe even somewhat diffucult tasks, are a breeze.
And your fucking heart!

Oh! How it races!

There is no feeling like this.
Until the comedown.
Your heart.

Oh , how it won't slow down.

Your hands.

Oh, how they will not stop shaking.

Your head.

Oh, how it will not stop pounding.

Your body.

Oh, how it begs for sleep.

The want.
Cycle, cycle, cycle.


But oh, it's becoming unstoppable.