Fizzle

Pressure weights of fizzle drains me down. Forcing my mind to cease and to strangulate the pain via a thoughtful strainer. Indeed the grand idea of a pounding migraine echoes today. Throughout the entire morning to night.

The weather changes. The bright lights treating my eyes as though staring at the surface of the sun. Truly the pounding needs to find isolationing areas within my soul. 

The only thing that reduces all fighting is the sweet aroma of Vicks vapor rub. Eucalyptus and mint that draws the mind to a formed closure. Then the wake of ice inside a bag yanking some form of alertness to the spine.

Calming enough to make me knock on sleep's door. Then soothing the breathing to even strokes of lightning laughter.

Indeed the way the night should end. Thankful no need of drink to alert my everyday senses. Quite alarming and painstakingly detailed to the core.

Yes enjoyed thoroughly in the depth of my dreams. No one to tell just the memories to hold high with me.

Daresay I laugh as the darkened room swallows me up. Good night friends. Hug tight those you desire for it is welcomed.

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