Caffeinic Indulgence 2.

Scribbled while indulging in caffeine at the library cafe, 04 February 2006.

The overpowering caffeine burst inside my system; each thawed granule speaks to my constricted nerves.

Paralyzed in the midst of trance, phases and movement around me, I deny myself of the power to be – to become what I intended to be.

With no metaphors to use, no mental repercussions produced, I am left wanting in middle of insanity. Who should inspire me? Or better yet should there be one to look forward to – to see as a motivating force that will lead me to action?

Miseries remain as they are, seemed to be incrementally solidifying in the passage of time. There is self desecration to think for someone, to look forward for someone to spend quality time with. It is an effervescent moment; a fleeting flash of time.

With the question of whom I want to be with, whom I want to share momentary isolation with, degenerates every instance into the inquiry of who am I? And what do I want to do with myself?

It is a triggered stimuli, my inevitable responses to the caffeine hovering right across the conundrum of my veins.

Powerful ensuing reasons-wanting gestures of empathic emotions; transcending the limits of mystified time.