Num(b).

Coordinate my escape with the blur of energy bubbles behind my eyelids. Let me float with them amongst the rays of the sun that beam off of my lashes, creating rainbows in my sight. I see only blackness with bursts of color and light. To feel the waves of the bass enter my skin and alter my vibrations. To feel nothing else at all is to be num. Drugs try to mask it, replicate it, erase it, but all at a futile trial. I need to float. I need to fly. I need release. I’m pinned up inside. Afraid to burst as my capillaries are losing feeling, my muscles, my bones want to snap under the pressure. I’m num. I won’t feel it until it’s too late. I can’t let it be a destruction of self but of the thing that held self back, down, and in doubt. This energy bubble just awaits release. Silently.