Not Existing

I beg you to take notice, of excitable personas, most likely to take doses, for numbing their emotions.

He was running down the street with the greatest concentration on it. Clenching every muscle of his body; sweat dripping from his forehead; light distorted by the very heat radiating from his body. He bumped someone—that was a close call. “Hail a cab maybe?” he thought. “No, it must be closer than I think.” Bursting through the door pushing away the Maitre D’ while yelling “where is it? where is it?” “Ahh finally.” HE finally sits down on his mantle, but instead of a relief his thoughts drift away altogether. The thought of completing the journey is more relief than the actual destination could be.

The spinning ceiling gave way to flashing images of a life he wasn’t sure was really happening. He awoke the next day with a sizable hangover that made it all but impossible to get out of bed. An intense headache pulsated from his neck to the top of his temples. Strangely though, he felt the greatest relief. But then he realized he was just preoccupied with his present condition.