Anxious, irritated, fidgety, shifty disposition.

I need it. I crave it.

The one thing that I take refuge in,

When the world gets too chaotic.

Once I have it in my system,

I’m at peace.

My mind clams, my tension fades,

And my disposition relaxes.

Reality fades, and a new world opens.

But the high doesn’t last.

For when Reality comes into view once more,

The withdrawal comes again stronger than ever.

Withdrawal from it hurts.

A pain that deeply wounds me, and twists and twists.

Until my salvation comes into view, two single words that save me…

Bookstore.

Library.