caffeine livens my bloodstream but activates the monster inside my head —
the home-spun one who weaves overly analytical dribble into fantastic colors and sounds real me finds hard to ignore.
coffee and depression can’t get along.
one provides fake happiness for the other, who won’t sleep for long.
addiction of the physical masks whatever affliction i cannot shake. inside. deep. dark.
common threads, i don’t pull because exposure is too intimate. my wounds cannot bleed into yours despite the same color they share.
i won’t go there. i won’t.
i can’t —
hold you close.
coffee addled brains do not speak the language of sane.