locked in a battle
between the need to dive
into REM slumber and the
desire
to start the damn party
already! I remember
that awful tug-of-war well.
So why jump right back in,
release
the monster to stalk
my days, haunt my nights;
to bite through my skull
and suck on my brain?
From
a purely omniscient
point of view, it makes
no sense whatsoever. I
have freed myself from
physical
addiction, no rehab but
to endure sweating, puking,
and cardiovascular jumping
jacks. The mental
bonds,
however, seem as strong
as ever, and the piece
of me that recognizes
that knows I might be
making a very big mistake.
Maybe That’s Why