Bottle of Emotion

Shrouded in velvet haze I swallow two couriers of potent chemicals that serve to revive and invigorate -

but I only feel - nothing.

The sparks of anger inducing angst have been so forth erased and replaced by - nothing.

Where once I had the most extreme of emotions coursing through my every morsel - now a shell of apathy.

Before every small idea would tangent into the most miraculous storm of magical identity in my head - now just space.

I am conflicted. Will I be the ecstatic personality that once defined me or the zombie that society accepts. 

I use to bottle emotion so tight I could feel waves of kinetic energy crashing with every thought. I thought maybe one day it would release and the weight of the world would lift off my shoulders. 

Now I just swallow two couriers of potent chemicals which dissipate my velvet haze and destroy the bottle for my emotions.

Reviews

[kim_elisabet]

This is altogether prodigious, the way you adhere your words... truly impressive.