Hormones and other drugs? Why lovesick hurts really physically
And suddenly it happened. Just me. Stop, stop! Who opened the floodgates in the brain? Dopamine! Adrenaline! Oxytocin! Everything emanates, the bloodstream burns. A tidal wave, no: a tsunami, so beautiful that it hurts.
Lips touch, the pulse races, the heart burns. More of that ? no matter how. Now! The head answers: No, of course, it's not real, I know. These are just those damn hormones. Look! As the next wave rolls on, rushing over us, tearing us down.
So what?
More, more please! Head off. Eyes closed. In the middle. I would finally like to drown. Roller coaster ride, drug rush, cloud 7? No idea what that is. Does not matter. Now everything is possible, every hurdle can be overcome. Main thing to be together. Related crime. Procurement of this intoxicating feeling, cost whatever it pleases. Selig-toxic hormone cocktail. Being in love makes you brave. Being in love makes you moronic. Just like cocaine.
Then: The impact from space. Stratosphere jump, total damage. Words meet, meet us. Sentences, suddenly heavy, pull us down, exceed their factual significance by a hundredfold. Keep your head out, heart for it, long gone by too much hormone-cocaine. And now? Everything went right. Nothing now. Only silence.
Hello, brain? The next wave, please! Dopamine ?! Adrenaline?! Oxytocin ?! Help!!! My bloodstream: dry wadis. Cold Turkey. Have you said that, says the head, and, of course, now sets the thought carousel going again. Cold sweat, stomach pain, headache. Anyway, everything hurts. Do not recognize me again. Am a junkie with no sense of space and time, right or wrong. Will: That it stops. Get: Only more of what hurts. Find: no solution, no matter how head and heart work together in the meantime.
Fight days, fight nights? with you, with me, with the world. I'm helpless. And recognize: Is not our fight, which we lead there. Is yours. Finally give what I have never given before: up.
Head off. Heart out. Silence.
Hey, what's that? hello, brain? For a tiny gap open after weeks of cold withdrawal, the locks. No, no tidal wave, no tsunami, but still so nice that it hurts a little bit less. Finally.
