Euphoria
Sweet euphoria, A liquid contained in an unwashed syringe and injected into the bloodstream, coaxed only by sadness, anger, and the hollow feeling of loss. It is transparent, and can be read like an open book only by the wisest eyes. Euphoria is Ecstasy at its purist, tickling the immune system and this causing joy induced laughter. Laughter so strong that it shakes all your organs and bursts veins. And although with it you fly high, landing you upon the stars, you will eventually crash land back on earth, back to a reality of collapsed veins and a murmuring heart. You don't however, listen to your heart's warnings.
Euphoria
Sweet euphoria, A liquid contained in an unwashed syringe and injected into the bloodstream, coaxed only by sadness, anger, and the hollow feeling of loss. It is transparent, and can be read like an open book only by the wisest eyes. Euphoria is Ecstasy at its purist, tickling the immune system and this causing joy induced laughter. Laughter so strong that it shakes all your organs and bursts veins. And although with it you fly high, landing you upon the stars, you will eventually crash land back on earth, back to a reality of collapsed veins and a murmuring heart. You don't however, listen to your heart's warnings.
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Tranqulity
The woman wavered on her journey on the path of tranquility as she witnessed their souls behind devoured by depression.
She had always been unhappy, as she had spent her life working for minimum wage if only to be able to afford meals for one in her small, cramped apartment. But witnessing their souls be consumed, she hugged her soul to her chest and put on a mask of cold and calculated calm.
However, she couldn't help but watch as a woman jumped from the building's roof and the lone man slit his wrists with the sharp knife of his guilt and sorrow. And as teenager, strangled by anxiety and life's standards, swallowed a handful of sleeping pills hoping to be blessed with internal slumber. But she awoke the next day, her vain attempt resulting only dead brain cells and a still beating heart.
The woman was horrified. But she knew that if she could only pretend that the demons didn't exist, if she could only pretend to smile while her soul frowned, she could avoid the results.
And yet she still starved for love and recognition. And when her mask ate her alive, she realized that lies weren't enough.