Cycles and Addiction

New day, cold sweat. Alarming panic, dawn yet. Groggy rise, rubby eyes, yawning, stretching, flowing blood. Creaky woman, no return, need oil, lights burn. Bed descent, belongings assessed. Food calls, money lent.

Morning blur, day glow, plants allure, time slow. Noon soon, people pool, energies swirl fingers curl. Sun shine day time, glaring gloom. Cracked dam, charge trickles, ocean-ed puddle, connection muddled.

Mind made, day done. Moon up, sun gone. Dampened waves crashing caves. Fill and flood, spilt blood.

Gleeful marching, another day. Tomorrow’s chains, nightly rain.

Concrete stairs, asphalt streets, shining signs, sweeping feet. Doors doors doors. Sanctity, sanity, sanctuary soon. Swooping, swirling, city tune. Sultry scents, music blasts. Grinded green, fiery feast, lamp glow, busy street. Window wide, air flows in, candlelight shining sin.

Daily ritual, stench surrounds, window egress smoking loud. Late day, early evening, panic melting, settle down.

No worries, moments pass. Regrets dropped; moments last. Relief, snacks, a minute to breathe. Phone lights up, a second to grieve. Pencils, pens, paper, blue light, typing, writing into the night. Dark skies, cloudy eyes, bed calling, out of sight. Blankets, covers, curtains drawn, eyes wide shut. Reborn at dawn.

I wrote a piece on rituals my sophomore year at UC Berkeley. I tried to shorten the ideas and see if I could translate them vividly with condensed language.