I’m highly medicated, dangerously caffeinated and extremely observant.

Sometimes so that I believe my hallucinations are real.

I see strangers in anger at one another for opinions cultivated in their own journey.

I hear words dancing, enticing me to act on feelings evolving as I go, daring me to go further than I have before.

I feel love radiating from every corner of my home, a colorful spectrum that only I can behold.

I taste the bitterness of resentment through actions geared towards hurting those who have hurt.

And the stench of mediocracy is constant through it all, am I all that I will ever be?

It’s in these moments that the train carrying my thoughts halts and considers the purpose in baring it all. If I were to write my list of pros and cons of this world, this life, this journey, is it worth the trouble to stay on top? Is it worth staying here and enduring rather than submitting and drifting to what comes next?

This is not a cry for help but a ramble of my thoughts…dark right? It’s what I call this piece. Dark.