A Season of Another Kind of Witch: The Spell is Gone
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 13 years.
Had been in a state of utter bliss for two days straight
Not sure where it was coming from at the moment
Felt rather emotionally colorful so to speak
Grinning from ear to ear like a nerdy Cheshire cat
Excited to be out in the world on a Monday no less
Ended up with a spring in the Hush Puppies brown loafers
Almost started skipping back to the dungeon/cubicle prison
Eager to march back off into an unexpected orbit of happiness
Experienced a kind of natural high that many addicts
Would deem to be completely unnatural
No one was that joyful; unless chemical help was involved
Woke up on day three with a sense of dread
The chemical free euphoria of 48 hours ago was gone
Faded with the tides of cynicism and reality
The latter packed the greater gut punch of all
Rose colored Versace sunglasses shattered
In the parking lot of life amongst a construction site
Disappointed doesn't begin to cover this dejected feeling
Daily life was once a technicolor MGM musical
Full of bright colors and boisterous music
Now, it resembled more of a black and white nightmare
Pablo Picasso and Jackson Pollack on steroids so to speak
Lots of different colors, images, and too much chaos
Nothing was where it should be visually
Noses in place of ears and colors splashed around for no reason
A feverish hallucination of art that made reality almost hard to fathom
Joy withered to anger and sad defeat that choked you into unconsciousness
Difficult to concentrate when nothing seemed to add up mathematically
Desperate to be back under what supernatural trance made it bearable
Searched for the sorcerer that allowed this all to be possible
Impossible to find when their phone was disconnected
Stuck in the meantime for ways to cope with the mundane
Prepared a shopping list of sugar and vices to help even things out
Sadly, the second option appeared to be in the lead; for the moment.