The vision
of your face
stimulates my hippocampus,
causing recall of past experiences,
stimulating my reward center
producing a sense of well being.
It stimulates my sympathetic system,
releasing epinephrine
and cytokines,
producing asystolies and extra systolies,
giving me skipped beats
with cold clammy skin,
dilated pupils, and
euphoria.
I mean
I miss you.
(I don't need drugs to get high)
A. Shahid (Inspired by a text message)
"Never again will a single story be told as though its the only one."
Showing posts with label Being poetic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being poetic. Show all posts
Monday, January 5, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Another year
Another year went by,
another story ended.
The same old days,
the same old nights,
empty spaces
haunting darkness
gloomy secrets
futile efforts.
Then another year came
and changed my heart,
changed my direction.
A. Shahid
another story ended.
The same old days,
the same old nights,
empty spaces
haunting darkness
gloomy secrets
futile efforts.
Then another year came
and changed my heart,
changed my direction.
A. Shahid
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