speeding bullet

the alcohol in my blood is speeding, breaking record speed so that the pain can be numbed, but in vain that i realised, my emotion does not bleed, it spurts like erratic water fountain. like the little pea which can be felt under the layers of mattresses, the feeling of lost could not be shut off.

Pride will be the strength i can gather, rounding bits and pieces of them forming a protective shield warding me from further attacks while i search in time for the antidote, any antidote.

I'm blessed, always, comfort comes in many forms, like a snake changing its skin, the morning sun with its subtle warmth and perceived hope, my battled skin shall be cast aside.

the simple word love, spins head and threw my unbalanced but stable life with its version of tsunami. i hate the disruption more than the void that now needs to be filled up once again. or perhaps all is the same. i yet to know.