Odd Thoughts

I sit here and watch the drop of liquid coke
Roll into a puddle of sugary bliss.
Zoned into nothing.
Space is a non-touchable thing.
Yet all-encompassing
 
When the submucosal walls
Dry out from lack of adequate liquid substrate.
The mind is forced to retaliate.
Sending a resound call.
To attack
 
Subconsciously driven.
A need to fulfill the addiction.
The cool feeling
Thrashes against the heat
Only to be awarded
By a thief
Who has stolen?
My vibration