hmm

there's this happy medium
between sober and blitzed
where i am creative and productive
i ache to be at that point of intersection
but fear i've gone past the point of no return.

i want to write this masterpiece
but if i set out to create something profound
all i will find is sludge.
so i need to change my mindset
and seek the middle ground.

why i've made stanzas i've no idea.
why i still pursue you
with the knowledge that nothing can come of it
eludes me still.
my teasing hurts me more than you but you'll never believe it.