Caffeine

A new realm of consciousness appropriates my reality. The once fidgety and uncomfortable limbs now restrained by chemical focus injected in desiccated veins. The thoughts quieted. Heartbeat pulses with comfortable awareness in neck, arms, fingertips on a page. Achievement of the state of induced meditation, scrunched brow relaxes into the peace of productivity. Caffeine, they call it.

Religiously received into society to conform the majority into the college ruled rows of well accepted success. Because who are we without medallions of achievement? Without a mountain of capital collectives? Intentions avert from the truth to observe the well understood and accepted. Lives lived in fear of whatever it is that they want and need. We tirelessly hand over our livelihood to them, the they. What will they think? What will they do? The vast majority of the human experience is dependent upon community that brings meaning and understanding and camaraderie, the fine balance between who we consider they or us.

So, we indulge our muddy cups of motivation, allowing tendrils of the next day’s light to shell our bodies from the ethereal soul left behind. Each moment wistful abandon of the animated corpse wandering through simulation; shallow breath feverishly awaiting its resolve in existence.