352 – Going cold

The pills draw lazy circles
As they tumble down
The drain.

It was always
A bumpy ride.

Climbs as high
As the farthest clouds.

Falls as deep
As the darkest oceans.

Roaring laughter…

Endless tears…

Gripping fear of nothing…

Rage against the world…

A simple, empty nothingness.

All without a reason.

All devoid of purpose.

All in search
For a way out.

The chemflights were always…interesting.

Each one twistedly unique.

But they all shared a single trait.

The landings
Were never
Soft.