Untangling Couéism

HUNG UP

Everything's on hold

The pause button pedaled down to the floor

Tempted to glue it on the spot forever

All these suppressed emotions and unspoken guilt

Consuming me like a ball of fire

Burning me inside out

The smoke's taking over

Clouding my better judgement

Suffocating reason and logic

Bracing myself for the worse

STONED

Popping a pill never seemed to be so exciting of an idea 'till now

But drugs was never my thing

Never will it be my thing

This secluded space of infinite complacency has proven itself
Potent and lethal any drug could ever be

SPACE

You, me, these feelings and all these unresolved emotions

Are nothing but fillers

Filling up the space of what used to be nothing and empty

Taking up space

Whatever empty space there was

I have to admit, the wine is taking its effect on me

I just wished it affected my better judgement  more than it had my body language

HALLUCINATIONS

There is this strong connection I cannot seem to identify where its coming from

It's that one familiar feeling I've been nursing on for ages

It feels so real to the point of feeling and seeing and touching the intensity of it

Knowing that taking advantage would bring nothing but a one way ticket to self-destruction

Although the idea of never coming back is tempting

The price isn't mine to call

SUMMER

Everyone at least had one good summer in their lifetime

One good story to tell

An adventure, a misadventure, a wake up call, a life changing experience

Well I didn't

Maybe not yet

Memories of my past summer's seem to be pretty hazy

Like it was nothing but an insignificant dream

I love summer

I just don't understand why it comes by too fast

I do remember one thing though. The blue summer sky. Fleets of clouds rolling by.

Not even the scorching heat of the summer sun was enough a reason to keep me inside the house.

I was laying on the rooftop in my old house, I was probably in junior high or my senior year, I'm not sure.

But I remember it clearly now. This nostalgia washing over me is waking up something inside, something I've put to bed a long time ago. Laying there, on the rooftop, alone, under the hot summer sky, not a care in the world, I was trying to see everything differently with eyes half closed.

A smile on my face as I felt lighter and lighter by the moment

Contented. 

I haven't felt that in a while. I have been in constant search of something ever since that day.

Not even sure what it is I'm looking for. But I'll find it when I find it

I just hope I do find it.