Not unlike how Icarus soared to close to the sun I have also found that approaching ecstasy, whether stimulated through natural processes or chemically, has a toll that must eventually be paid. I’m not going to pile on the context here, mostly it isn’t really of the sharable variety.
I’m also in a tiny time crunch so here we go, Untitled, April 16, 2018.
Awaken in a steady state
Beginning to degenerate
Shaking the soul from out its groove
Staunching its fading would behoove
A perfect moment can be found
But it renders your life unwound
True bliss when touched tends to unglue
Desire towards anything new.
If you have yet in your own life to find this not to be true, you have simultaneously earned my envy and pity. Try to make sense of that?
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way…”
-Charles Dickens (and Alex Blaikie)
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.