Dopamine & Serotonin

This, too, shall pass away.

“This” is not COVID. You and you are to blame for these constant (re)lapses.

This is why I don’t bother to take you seriously anymore although benign, reminiscent brainwaves seemingly come and go once in a while. It’s better that I don’t acknowledge you and can’t fault you either.

Things won’t be back to normal anytime soon. With or without COVID, this sucks.

I finally figured it out at the sub-atomic level. 2 faces; doublespeak; dos posibilidad—one serene; the other irate. That was before. Today, there are multiple internal commands snaking through botched arteries caking separately once-united capillaries from the alpha circuit.

I hate this for hating me yet not wanting to let me go. Compromising the organic breaths of others is bothersome and just kind of entangled with my air space which originally is not a problem but now perpetually shadows me like the season’s IV fluid stuck in my veins that provides antagonizing relief and hurt in singular successive blood streaming.

There’s no transitioning to the new normal because you’re full of unstable sham. Consistency on not being consistent, that’s you—almightily.

This, too, shall pass away.

I always end up half-heartedly sorry not knowing if I could endure the struggle between the non-existent vaccine and locked down virus till this passes away from within.