I'm jumping out of my skin into a pool of murky water.

I'm driving my car at speeds beyond comprehension, directly into quicksand.

I'm flowing amongst the constellations, to be blindsided by a shooting star.

My savior has become my tormentor; my lover my nemesis.

Yellow pills are candy to dull the senses;
peach pills are the sustenance to keep the air flowing.

I'm running as fast as I can to slam into a brick wall.

..... My writing lately, shooting out like a geyser and ending abruptly in a trickle. ... So it goes.