Chasing My High

I chased the high like the moon chases the sunrise

Falling rocks

Cascading down the cliff

Like a stone waterfall

My feet feel the earth crumbling beneath me

My instincts pull me away from the edge

My heart beats too quickly

I hear the blood pumping in my veins

The adrenaline fills my soul and I am bombarded with a high

The warmth of the cinnamon comforts my throat

As the heat and spice tease my tongue

My thoughts flow freely

The headiness from my drinks pass too quickly

I fall asleep dreaming of broken glass and green eyes

My foot hits the accelerator

The numbers climb

30

40

50

60

70…

…And beyond

My speakers crackle as I increase the volume, pushing its limits like my own

Lyrics flowing over me like a bitter and broken bedtime story

As my speed increases, the music becomes white noise, drowning out thoughts of you

Pretty Alice

Standing still

Holding on with the power of will

No charms or potions bring me back to Wonderland

I am a china doll

Pale. Pretty. Breakable.

I chased the high like the moon chases the sunrise

I long for my addiction

I long for you

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