For everything else

Endorphins race accross my brain like a string quartet,

pushing and pulling against each other

until their noise is so deafening

that I find myself at peace;

Only when everything inside me is screaming do I find myself alive

 

What is happiness

but a certain balance of chemicals in our brain

and if I’m unbalanced,

at least there’s a warm embrace ready when I need one these days.

 

For everything else,

there’s a doctor with pills

For everything else,

there is poetry and a dream.

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