The Aftermath Of Fun

Groggy voice, foggier mind.

The memories are strong - your body is weaker.

'Back to reality' is the cruel phrase with a sting that lingers.

A phrase that can fade your last speck of joy.

A phrase that gently suggests the harsher - 'it's over, move forward'.

But what is reality really?

If not another word for 'the mundane'.

Back to the mundane.

Back to the same life you lived before.

No.

We torture ourselves with fleeting moments of joy and live for those days alone.

Finding light in the simplest of days is okay.

And yet we are told that to be real we must suffer.

And stay where we were before.

Stuck.

Keep your mundane, for I choose to live in my own reality.

And the final aftermath of fun will be when I pass - until then;

I want to lie on the grass.

Play on the sand.

Swim the crystal blue seas.

And love as I please.