Sunday, August 31, 2014

Drop

Once it hits
Clarity
And the shapes begin to form
And I am thinking
Running in my head
Walking outside
Seeing the light and the sparks
Talking and connecting
With someone who is feeling the same way
Being affected in an identical manner
The giggles
The comfort of being surrounded
By those who can take care of me
Driving
In the woods
On an all too familiar road
Like a little toy car
In the big room
That is our rural town
And we sit in the truck
Where I feel safe
And I talk through
The feelings
And I go to the basement
And stare at the wall
And I feel the air on my skin
And all my hairs are standing perpendicular to my arm
And I wear the headphones
And listen to the song
And wake you up
And play with your fingers
And the thoughts got through my head
One at a time
I stop and think "wow."
And I wonder
How it feels
To not feel this way
Because all recollection of sobriety
Is gone
And all I can do is enjoy
Where my mind travels
And