release her

she drinks in from every thought passing through her mind.
why not let them pass away, simply let them fade,
let the mind revert to its voidness,
the big vacuum where more of those keep on pouring every other instant?.
the hangover follows, until she drinks in from another
one, giving her a pleasant feeling, a feeling of accomplishment,
making her feel she's defying the pointlessness of existence unlike the ordinary.
either 'a' for 'alcohol' or 'a' for 'aspirin' most of the time for her.
'a' for 'amphetamines' at times.
'a' for 'apple juice' on a fortunate odd day. why?
why not inhale and exhale? why 'asphyxiate' and 'aspirate' instead?
why the abnormality?
why no simplicity?
why no freshness?
why not sit peacefully and watch the trees pass while
you glide forward?
why, instead, get down every few hundred metres and bask in their shadows?
not every one of them is an oak.