Saccharine

It’s happening in phases, now, wild oscillations.  I’ve never felt more alive, and then I’ve never felt more tired, but, at all times, I’ve never felt more.  And I’m not sure if it’s the urgency of now magnifying the sensations, if my memory has faded of the way back when.  Nothing is forever, but only when you lose yourself in the overblown idea of time; there are moments that hang suspended infinitely, I’m certain, that are still transpiring in the unseen crevices of a dimension yet to be defined; there are moments that others have lived that play my synapses like guitar strings, and those goosebumps and inexplicable smiles are the resonance.  The thawed world shakes loose the icicles off the eaves, and I sleep, heart exposed, underneath.

Bitter fruit are still rife with fructose, with sugar, and my sweet life has left me with a toothless bite and a harmless smile.  I neither need the here nor there; I take refuge in the dramatis personae; surrounded by the people whom I love and who love me in return, I am me, and I am fine.