When nothing makes sense and everything is a blur. When you try to catch your breath and can’t. When life whispers hello I’ve been meaning to teach you a few things. And you sit back, grab your pen and become one with waterfalls.
Slow death like a flower in a drought. Numbness like novacane. Limp hands dangle out of desperation. Heart beat slows, pulse drops. Mind endangered like species. Growth like dwarfs, stunted. 360 back to here.
Rushing into my veins penetrating my existence…black out. My body struggles for strength as my limbs buckle trying to stand from being poisoned once again. My hands begin to shake like wise men seeking truth. Reaching for support to sustain my being from falling once again.