Ecstasy
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Falling for it.

Ecstasy

It’s helium all the way up.

Above the rain, it’s always blue.

Yet, at some point, even the birds stop chirping; the bees stop buzzing; the wind stops breathing. I start laughing. I’m freefalling up the stairs.

So are my dreams.

The nightmares blanket the clouds: I might fall.

Ecstasy is a prison. Minimalism is seductive, but there’s nothing up here. I think and think and think and think.

If it’s up, are you still falling? The balloon: the bubble bursts, spurting helium into the invisible night sky.

An infinite sheet of blackness; daylight killed the stars and suffocated the void. Sun splotches everywhere: its crystals make the blue a little less sad.

Is falling up better than falling back down? This is an electronic paradise. This is an ocean of nothing but reflection: space to think. But I can’t think.

Maybe it’s too much helium. Floating ice cream is surreal.

Falling is falling. It doesn’t matter what direction; you’re going down.

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