Blissful High
- jenminotti
- 6 days ago
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By Michael Colon
PROMPT—Peace ...
Innocence is coddled by the naivety of what has happened.
Precious moments from what seemed like eons ago float around me like bubbles—
A blissful high.
Whether riding my scooter, playing basketball, or being scared to talk to girls,
My childhood holds a special place in the hourglass—
A blissful high.
I dance inside the time machine.
These thought bubbles tickle my senses—
A blissful high.
Colorful orbs of flashbacks orbit my attention span, pulling at my center of gravity.
Reminiscing is a drug that everyone should try once in a while—
A blissful high.
Through the eyes of a child, everything is beautiful,
Chasing after peak, uncontaminated virtue—
A blissful high.
A virgin to virtually all responsibilities,
My only priority used to be finding fun—
A blissful high.
I would die not to have these bubbles pop,
But in the future, an older me will romanticize
A blissful high.
Michael Colon is a published author whose work blends introspection, emotional realism, and spiritual undertones. He writes from Bronx, NY.
