Revival

Like an addict who got his fix

happy, elated,

full, floating, flying,

smiling-

hiding and revealing at the same time

The bliss wanes away ever so slowly

the sensation and stimulus

both matchless

And weeks, months, years, perhaps decades pass

then an inadvertent glance at a story,

a "like",

a mundane question–

with concerns far deep and answers equally shallow,

wakes you up from the nightmares of the present

to the realities gone by

a sudden prick of the needle

a swift whiff of the fume

drowns the soul in ecstasy

to satiate,

to heal,

only

to wither away again

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