Requite

Peace & chaos are two sides of the same coin. Absolutely nothing exists outside the thought you hold onto & never want to let go of. You'd do anything to further bury yourself inside of it until you either lose your 'self' or find it. Recently, I was reminded of what peace is.
A friend of mine visited my state and I can't say I've felt any more refreshed. It eats me alive, really. I knew I would have to go back to reality by the end of the night, but that didn't stop me from enjoying myself. In fact, it did the opposite. 

Watching movies together is our unspoken ritual. Everything was just as it had felt before. Greasy popcorn litters the cramped little walkway, the seats still sticky from some dumbass kid who dropped his ICEE earlier. We're positively shameless! Our boxes of candy rattle around as we pass them across each other. I always get Bunch-A-Crunch, while my friend gets Reese's Pieces. The best part of it all is that we laugh our asses off at every given scene. There's no such thing as a movie you can't make fun of. The frustrated glares from the other families bore into our skulls, but we don't mind. We just keep laughing. Any context of the plot fades into the dark void of the theatre room. The story was never that important, anyway.

We silently mourn our leaving in advance so there's a good taste left in our mouths. Every action is purely symbolic. Each second is a celebration for a party of two. We know damn well it'll end, but we're too caught up in ourselves for it to hurt.
Time & suffering surround the pocket of air we had created for ourselves. I'm aware of the asphyxia setting in, but that didn't matter one bit. Both peace & destruction are found in decadence. You consume every bit of the feeling you chase after until there's nothing left. It's how you react afterwards that determines where you currently stand.