Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

Perception I stare at my reflection to see Who I have become. I am a sloppy mold Of past memories, Present struggles, And future worries.

Journal Entries To feel lost is natural, In time You will find yourself Where you need to be, And be more settled Within your surroundings.

Strength I am sad, and it isn't the type of sadness to go away when Things get better. This sadness strikes at any moment, at any given time. When I am riding high with family and friends, I feel as if something latches onto me, and drags me to My knees. It holds me down and makes me suffer. I become jailed by this sadness And am occasionally freed. Temporarily filled with joy and happiness, Only to grow anxious, as I know it will make its return. Like an earthquake,

If it does not strike often, it will hit with full force. A week’s worth of happiness Becomes a night filled with intrusive, And horrible thoughts. I become incapacitated, And know that if I give leverage to these thoughts, I will lose. I win when I do not fall victim to myself. When I hold out till dawn, And all the demons slip away into shadows. This battle is constant, And I fear one day I may lose, but that day is not today.

Lucidity The mind is such an awfully dangerous place, And I have to admit That there are times Where mine gets filled up with smoke That I cannot seem to exhale. You though, You give me sense and clarity. Y.S.

Kismet When I looked into your eyes, I did not see stars, Galaxies, Or anything out of the blue. I only saw the love, the passion That any other man could have had, But only I was lucky enough to.

Fuse Maybe we were made of the same material, Or we were just two different people Trying to make something That could not blend.

Maturation I did not know How to live normally Until you were gone, And your absence struck me As if I had experienced a death. Throughout time, I slowly learned To love who I was, So I would not crave it from anyone.