Poetry / le petite mort

"I can't stop thinking
it's like linked
boxcars on a train
thats eternally long
just passing one after another
without end
and you're stuck in your car
just staring
waiting for the train to finish crossing
so you can pass.
But occationally
there is a moment when my thoughts stop,
my thinking stops,
I draw a blank,
and it's peace.
Peace until my concentration is broken by
a breeze
or a noise
or something in this world.

I'm not suicidal or anything
but I imagine death to be a little
like those moments of peace.
You know how the french call
the orgasm
a little death?
I get an orgasm when my mind stops."

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