BLUR
Here I am again...trying to reach that...damn. This can only be explained like when a person, I'm told,
smokes crack for the first time.
That first pull off the pipe is said to be a feeling that takes you beyond your dreams and satisfies
every physical need that your
mind, body and soul can think it wants, so you keep smoking to reach that euphoria again...
that unrecognizable pleasure, but, here I am, feeling that elusiveness once more.
It's all her damn fault! But then again, what was on my mind? It was only one fucking night
and then she was gone! Truth be told, she was the first woman I ever experienced sexually
and my recollection of how I ended up in her car eludes me.
Then, just like that, poof, she disappeared.
No number, no address, NOTHING...except my yearning, aching need to reach that unnerving high I felt that night.
That instance when your body reaches such a level of uncontained ecstasy that you black-the-fuck-out!