god damned better living with chemicals

I find too many of my friends popping little feel-good pills.
They complain that they cannot cry, feel disconnected,
then are amazed to bear witness to humanity in action.
(you know, when things are the way they are supposed to be)
Those pills just make them more and more afraid.
One of these people called just as they were beginning, the tears.



how to explain through the gasps
that I was able to be here
painfully alive
letting the sadness flood over me and ebb
feeling its exquisite essence
only because of a profound joy that earlier
swept over me, equally overwhelming