Today is...
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A day filled with guilt and pleasure.
How could someone defy that which sustains them?
Yet how hard have I worked to indulge?
Meager dreariness coats the beginning of everyday.
To be followed euphoric irresponsibilities.
Caught between a rock and a hard place;
I throw up my hands and leave it to fate.
Crush me under my naivety
Or rebuild the tower I had once again under my feet.
Latter or former just end the madness.
I never wanted to check out of reality
And now I'm terrified at the thought
Of checking back in.
An enlightened heavy conscience
or a self-destructive level of awareness?
You dont see how I act differently after that sweet hit.
The reason being that the only time I behave oddly
Is when I don't have it.
A mask of substance that has been firmly attached
Is barely noticed.
I'm not the only one
Especially since there's two of me.
Today is everyday.