The abysmal state
is the plain I seem
to crave at daylight. 
The one in which 
I’m walking through
a field of memories,
and the taste of them
is sweeter than any
recognition I could
ever muster. 
There is this odd 
sensation that travels
up your toes and 
pulses like a tidal
wave in your veins,
An eerily transient
recollection. 
The clarity that I can 
do anything that I
please. 

Like skydiving or
sleeping soundly,
a coming of age. 

– B. 

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