Thrust

The overwhelming rush of sensation has been miscarried. Rushing out of me as quickly as it flew through me. Happy about this discovery; still watching for a tidal wave of energy to penetrate my skin. Feeling drought and discomfort; I am parched. You sold my curiosity to the wind where I became dust. The madness I crave is no longer lingering on the tip of my finger. The reality of this has become my sanity; brushed between the idea of it all.

Author's Note

I don't ever follow any format; I write freely. So please comment on actual content and not so much on how it is presented. Thank you and enjoy!