sometimes I think I might be happy.
onto something, small as a toenail clipping held between the fingers.
a tiny sliver of moon. a little snowflake of dust.
I look at it with such longing and pride.
waiting for it to blossom into something bigger.
just as I bend my head to the sky, breath deeply.
look down and find it gone. my hand is empty. my life incomplete.
the cinima inside my head rewinds to happier times. the only ive ever know.
I think of extacy. of molly. I think of coke. and meth. I think of speed.
I think of a rushing feeling. and sudden release. my tension CUT.
I think thats all ive ever wanted. its all I need.
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