Momentary Silence

I am alive.
a bright orange, sweet.
and slowly becoming too ripe.

Unsteady and sick.
My stomach is a rock,
crystallized.

My eyes are cold
and this embrace is so warm,
but my ears cannot feel.

my mind has blurred
the difference between
realism and idealism.

my brain is spaghetti.
with no real beginning
and an unseen end.

covered brightly with euphoria,
contentment, regret, doubts, happiness,
unanswered questions, hope, half-truths,
complete lies, betrayal, and laughter..

mingling together to form
A homogeneous monster
screaming at my soul.

Every so often the lights flicker on
and I melt into a momentary lapse
of silence.