I love you life. Thank you for showing me that the path that I've chosen is the right one. Thank you for giving me all the wonderful people in my life and thank you for eliminating all the bad people. With this much love what else could one need. I found my peace. I am zen. Thank you dear life.
Reality is beautiful, on drugs..
I fire it up and start to inhale. Who needs drugs when you have a beautiful life? But then again who needs a beautiful life when you have drugs? Maybe it's my intoxicated state of mind speaking. Maybe it's his toxic breath that spoke to my mind. Kissed me with his moist lips and intoxicated every cell in me. Maybe it's the rush that got me indulged in the thought of him. Maybe my mind is artificially developing a crush? He is the drugs. The state of him makes or breaks my day. When he's around I feel euphoric, when I can't reach him the withdrawal symptoms start to take over. Anxiety. Heart race. Aches and pains. My gut starts to tremble and my mind is all over the place. I take my time to review what I did. All of the conversations. Where did I make mistakes? So I take them drugs, I take them to replace the memory of his face etched in the loneliest place of my brain. I shield myself and cover from going insane. So I inhale.