A wonderful substance, addictive, fun, inviting, crazy, and exciting.
I crave it to wake me in the morning, staying in my bloodstream allowing nothing but overactive blood flow. So, I stay awake, eyes bloodshot, staring at the walls, the ceiling, the television, the clock. The clock never seems to move along its numbers fast enough, but always moves them so slow. Time sucks it goes way to fast when all you want is for it to is crawl at a sloth�s pace, and it crawls slow as a snail when you want it to downshift and move a little bit faster.
Lying awake at night, I long for that minute to come faster, the moment that has been designated for my sleep. That moment�s arrival takes hours sometimes and seconds sometimes. Those days and nights where sleep comes after hours of staring and boring nothingness, takes so long, so much time, that when I wake up I need my caffeine in order to survive, to fall through the rest of the day. It lets me use that over-energy until the time tonight, when I will find the bottom of my fall: the tragic catastrophic phenomenon called a crash.
