into the trees

and again and again and again and again. I've only been up 6 hours. It's a half past midnight. I plan on attending to some more homework. The Cure fills my ears, cochlea and all. Harmful chemicals, my lungs, my blood. In an instance I am back in my not-so-long-ago youth. Embarking day 8 of sobriety. And everything is cold now. My thoughts, a void. Currently that is all.