Hyper
Too hyper.
Caffeine and nicotine, a constant cycle on repeat.
Fidgety, can't sit still. Can't sit still.
Not enough caffeine, not enough nicotine, not enough tattoos.
Can't stand the silence.
Listening to the waves' crashing to drown out the spiral of thoughts racing through my head.
Brain, a constant whirlwind of thoughts.
Maybe just one more drag of nicotine?
Maybe a little more caffeine?
Too hyper to sit still.
Copyright © Maria Mastay | Year Posted 2025
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