I’ve had my dose of jaw-dropping obsessive meltdowns, and to desensitize to these attacks, I laugh. If I don’t, I become an irrational mess in a hazmat suit, only consuming blue M&Ms and touching street lights so I won’t die. To overcome OCD, I can’t just survive. I must thrive.
But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses.