chemical clouds of happy

Dancing white thaughts of things you have yet to accomplish,entrapt in a porcelien dome of temporary happiness.when the dance is over and the bells have tolled you're left with the same expected accomplishments,still not accomplished.instead your pores are filled with chemical happy and your lips are burnt.your left with nothing but guilt and shame with no option or way to gain your thaughts but to reup on your chemical thaughts and happiness.this porcelien dome has monoplied emotion and the only cure is more...