What makes you better? What cures all your ails? Is it solitude or company? I like both. I need both but in different ways. There’s not just one fix for it. And it’s not just a one time prescription, it’s a fucking treatment. It’s a long and steady process that leads up to the end. The goal is good. Just make me feel good. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just good. So good. I can’t help but want it. It’s been so wasted on the past and the worry and the wonder what that I’m not sure how it even tastes anymore. Is it sweet? Is it bitter? Is it sticky? Is it still warm or has it cooled down? I just want to stick my tongue out and have it land like snowflakes with eyes closed while it melts away and I too soften and dehydrate from the need. That ache that vibrates inside. All the way inside. Deep enough to touch my soul and seal it with a kiss. Just one kiss to send it away and make it all better. The envelope of time served licked and stamped and earned.

Haven’t I earned the good? Isn’t it time for it? Right now. I need it right now. All the good. All the time.

I feel it and hear it and I’m begging reality to see it. In real time. Live and in person.

It’s left fielder that’s for sure. A never could see it coming one. So when it does feel good, I revel in it even if it’s only for a moment. I take it. Fuck yeah I take. Daily. Nightly. Hours apart. I will take it how it’s served. How it’s directed. I wont’ miss a dose, I promise. I can’t. I need it. It’s become necessary. Just don’t let me run out. Not now. Not ever. I don’t care if I become dependent. Habitualize that good. Threat it like a habit. No fear of frequency here just give me that good, that real good. I’ll even say please before I take and thank you after. No side effects could keep me from swallowing it down with a grin and the waiting for it to kick in! Quick burning and leave me wanting more. It’s all ok with me as long as it just makes me feel, feel good. That real good.