Fiction My Drug

When a book ends
I am then myself,
and I must remember
how to survive moments of silence.
I must learn again
to tolerate the child in my mind
who whines for a train of thought
that will roll down the rails
of an exotic dreamland,
and arrive at the abandon station
of Euphoria.

‎Elaine Bento, November ‎12, ‎2015

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