Euphoria Addiction

New and old friends gripping sweaty hands, synchronized jumping, drinks splashing and soaking clothes and fingers, laughter and screaming breaking the air of singing, ears ringing and roaring by the blown speaker, local yet distant in the mind, lights that shine through the real reason we're here, moments, twinkling eyes.

Reckless. Partying. Friendship. Euphoria.

Euphoria is simply defined in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary as the following: "A feeling of well-being or elation." It is a very basic, plain definition, wouldn't you agree? Euphoria is spoken and used so lightly in today's books, movies, shows, and poetry, overlooked as a more abstract term for the word joy. In a world where happiness is so easily snagged from the arms of those who deserve it, the existence of happiness can easily be misinterpreted and miscommunicated, stated to be evident but if anything, never more far away. Euphoria is not a word used often, but when it is it is explained as the highest form of joy. But is Euphoria more than just a feeling of happiness... truly?

Cold sheets and rough blankets, overstuffed pillows and messy bedrooms, dawning sunlight squeezing in through lazily closed shutters, twisted brown locks, long tangled golden hair, small kisses on a mole, nicknames and recalls, memory in the making, morning after, intertwined bodies, laughter and soft whispers.

Soft lips. Promises. First loves. Euphoria.

How do we distinguish Euphoria from simple watered down happiness? Are the two so related that they are indistinguishable side by side in the midst of an emotionally powerful moment? Should I even bother to search for the separation, or should I allow these two emotions, beings, powers, feelings to remain at peace, holding hands as equals though they differ more than anyone could ever imagine. Maybe to the average person, this entire article is useless. It is incoherent, unneeded, unnecessary ramblings. But to those who understand what I mean, when that particular feeling that arises beyond the rest, you frantically seek the answers, wondering how you will experience that hot, bubbling, orgasmic feeling in your chest and body. The river swirling in your toes, climbing the veins in your legs, rumbling in your stomach, echoing in your esophagus and bursting from your eyes, all in a matter of five seconds. Describe happiness, then explain what I just enscripted.

Lonely consciousness in a pool of higher souls, eyes locking suddenly, world numbing, freckles like constellations on a clear night, goosebumps splattering pale and paler skin, music roaring in all sense, millions of thoughts but one action, a forbidden, unnecessary, unhealthy, but lustful kiss.

Second loves. Heartbreak. Ignorance. Euphoria.

I assume I will live the remainder of my life in a state of constant search. I hold hands with depression like an old married couple, and he whispers lovely lies in my ear. Because of this, I constantly reach toward a secret affair with Euphoria, yet I only seem to capture her for one night stands.

Maybe one day Euphoria will stay by my side.

Ancient eyes. Thinning smiles. Breath stolen and kept. Eye level. Soft white light cradling a silhouette. Rough hands trained to be gentle. Hot touches, cold kisses. Laughter in grey bed sheets. Competitions of wit. Daily dose. Slowly entracing.

Third Love. Maturity. Fear. Euphoria