The Drugs Are Gone
Sweet escape. Blissful minutes of beautiful colours and soft sounds. Expositions of blues and greens and golds. Never reds. Red is bad and there is no bad here. Just sweet peace.
The flicker of the lighter, the crackle of the paper. The glorious aroma and I know I am not too far.
I spend hours in my wonderland. Nothing can hurt me here. I see my friends and my family. They are alive and well. More alive than they ever were.
Love feels more real here. Soft touches and gentle kisses.
But it's coming to an end. And I know how I can make it last. Again, the crackle of the lighter. But the sweet aroma is less potent. The buzz less strong.
And then it's all over. The colours disappear from my life and I am alone.
My friends walk away, my family shimmer into light. Their explosion is dark.
I am left with an empty heart, an empty world, and creatures more hideous than any bad trip could imagine.
The world has become a scary place whilst I've been away.
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