The candy man can
I have been taking a lot of pharmaceuticals lately, in an effort to combat my relentless insomnia, excessive day time sleepiness, crippling anxiety, crushing mental and physical pain, and something? Loneliness, I guess.
This pill to soothe. This one to relieve. This one to ease. This one to stimulate. This one to dream. This one to silence. This one to numb. This one to tingle. This one to forget. This one to remember.
It can’t be healthy. Relying on these little pills to make life livable. But who cares.
If it weren’t for these drops of candy, well I wouldn’t know what an emotion even was.