Dopamine
Dopamine’s one hell of a drug, or really it's not. It gives you a moderate high, and leaves demands impossible to satisfy. Golden shadows cover glittering ideas with sparkling light of fruitful nothingness. Consciences fall in streams, the rain’s your friend, drops of knowledge, better seek shelter from wisdom. Islands of creativity flooding, little glimpses stay above the surface, barely floating— No one notices them. The shores of the beach become meaningless, thoughts go with the wind in harmony. Purpose is a currency, constantly eluding willfully, wherever you may go— got-going gotten gone. What’s gone lost in the process? What’s left? and what did you miss?
Cover Art: Fairy Dust on the Breeze by Nancy Boren



Dopamine plays a big role in addictions. Great poem, Rasmus!
Very reflective piece Rasmus, really slowed me down this morning. Thanks for sharing!