RIDE ✧ {H.S.}

17.

POV ✧ HARRY STYLES

LSD is simple, really.

Lysergic acid diethylamide, in other words. An entheogen, creating the divine within. Originally labeled a circulatory and respiratory stimulant. This can be extracted from morning glory seeds, and developed into the drug we know today as LSD. These seeds are often coated with preservatives to discourage consumption, so regulation and proper supplies is crucial to avoid a fatal mistake. Years of background chemistry knowledge is required to properly execute this process. Lab synthesized drugs like these are a tricky process.

I felt this sickening shame perforate my feelings.

She was the only thing on my mind. I missed her skin on me now. My imagination ran free to explore what could have been. It felt debilitating to abandon her in my thoughts, therefor depriving me of the joy she entertained. There was no stopping the current on my lovesick brain.

But I couldn't have her.

Whatever we'd created was now obliterated with the promise of more fame and fortune. I'd initially taken the Accardi deal in lieu of my circulating scandal. I thought dancing atop cars was enough to get me a few headlines, but an AD campaign sounded even better. Clio has since changed the trajectory of my career.

There wasn't a specific thing I could pinpoint about her that I knew was the source of my attraction. She held herself with such an assured confidence, like she'd never get swept under the tide. Her lips and curves entranced me in such a spiritual way. My mind grew sick of lamenting what I admired, it was tiring to replay what was out of my grasp. She seemed perfect.

This was all a facade to placate the crippling loss of control she felt. Clio was being professionally dominated and controlled. Her inner instincts and intuition were at a constant battle. I could be everything she was looking for, at odds with the world she inhibited.

The foundation of LSD is the ergot fungus. It's a parasitic entity, thriving off of rye grain. After years of development, it was marketed with the name Delysid, geared towards psychoanalysis. It's synthetic, requiring a thorough chemical process to acquire the desired end goal. Ergometrine and ergotamine tartrate, both derived from ergot fungus, are common medicines used in the manufacturing of LSD. To obtain the crucial ingredients for the drugs chemical backbone, licenses and proper storage is required. This makes production incredibly hard, with only a few capable suppliers in the market.

New York had never treated me this nice. Maybe it was because I was accompanied by her perspective. You'd expect someone raised in such a cutthroat world to internalize that mindset, but she had a hidden layer of compassion. I wanted to seep into this layer and know the ins and outs of her mind. Experiencing any sort of high with her felt like we slowly drifted to the same wavelength, before reality pulled us right back down. 

She became my muse. My brain could only orbit around her. I can't get her off my mind.

My bosses daughter was an insatiable obsession. Everything she did was rose-tinted, laced with enigmatic intoxication. I felt called to write. Each night we'd spent together needed to be preserved in an art form.

That's when it began.

The album wasn't created, it was born. There was no process of obtainment to gather a vision. It felt like the perfect storm of inspiration rolled off my tongue and into the bindings on my notebook. I couldn't contain it. I needed to write something that gathered every ounce of emotion and sonically encapsulated who she is.