I breathe in life, and exhale experiences.
I shed a tear to taste pain.
I lose all my senses,
when I feel these chemicals rushing through my veins like Novocaine.

Some days I dream
of building
a time machine,
as I cling

onto this urge to hit rewind
on moments in life,
and I’m searching for nirvana—this fix, this release
of dopamine.

Because there’s no feeling
more euphoric than reminiscing
upon the past,
wishing you could get the best parts of it back.

No greater high
than to be alive. No better remedy
than creating memories.

Feels like the good old days
are slipping away
but that’s fine
because in time—

I can look back and say
I had never wanted to get so numb on life, that when it passed me by—
I’d forgotten to remember the beauty of yesterday.

You can find this poem in my poetry book If I Bare My Soul: a collection of poetry & prose available to order only on Amazon!