Coursing through my veins as a current
It matters not, the source behind this euphoria
Lust, entertainment, substances
A rush like no other
Once used to lull me into my senses
Once savored and sought after
Now chaotic and foreign
Staring at the ceiling with the realization that I've hit it
My body has long since outgrown these sensations
I long for peace, for ease
Something
I hadn't considered before.
About the Creator
Kyleigh Richard
Just a human experiment in consciousness.
(Self-proclaimed Moss Maiden)
Writer, Artist, Wanderer.
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