The Addiction

Time ticks. 

the senses feel solid.
Limits are limits
and gravity exists. 

This moment here, the mind is level. 

Level, but wanting. 

“Addiction is a psycho-physiological reaction …”

And then, it begins.

The first bursts are nominal.

Slowly, the levels of intensity rise...
higher and higher and higher.

“the body reacts with an instinctive response…”
the heart struggles....
beating faster and faster and faster...

breathing becomes an effort..

the skin bursts into sweat...

the body is trying to keep up….

the pain pushes the muscles into overdrive…

“exertion burns up the stored glycogen.“

faced with the fear of failure...
it takes more than just the body to fight back...

Blood is no longer blood…

It is a burning cocktail of chemical reactions…

"when the strain takes a person over a threshold, it activates endorphin production"

The rush builds into a crescendo of pain and pleasure.

Till the Hurt. The Pain. The Strain. The Pressure. The Fatigue...

They

All

break

down.

Time still ticks on. But slowly.

the senses feel fluid.

Limits, don’t exist.

And for a moment there, neither does gravity.

“The euphoria isn't permanent. But powerful enough to be wanted again.“

Yes. I, am.
I am an addict.


- Pushkaraj Shirke