Euphoria

Fri, 11/27/2015 - 01:23 -- AJay

Euphoria

Yeah that's what I'd call it

EUPHORIA: the feeling of being up until 2 am

The feeling of never wanting to sit still

The realization that the night is too beautiful to sleep through

Yeah euphoria

That's what I'd call it

 

Then that calm collapses

Crushing paranoia sets in

My soul grows lethargic and cold

My heart mourns the weeks troubles

My euphoria

Fades

 

Goodbye my sweet euphoria

May we meet again soon

 

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