One sniff. Not one. A lot of them. It's literally extremeley disgusting. Tastes salty. How do I know the way it tastes when I sniff it?
There are multyple ways of describing the way I spend my nights.
Head spins, imagery changes, pretty dreams are comming. So vivid they become lucid.
I found my love. It's quite weird, it's not a person. It's a substance.
A man comes running towards us. He kisses him. They enjoy it. Until it all fades. Once again. A boring morning.
"Lucas! LUCAS! Are you out of your goddamn mind!" A female voice shouts breaking Lucas out of the dreams.
"What- what?" Lucas says quietly.
"THE SCHOOL BUS WILL BE HERE IS TEN MINUTES!"
"Fuck." He says silently. Then runs around getting ready, grabbing a bag and running outside ignoring his mom's shouts about how he could've at least brang breakfast.
"The seventy fifth element in the-"
Acetone shushes everything, has me happy. With my only real love. A guy - I don't know him yet. I love him already.
Passed out on the school bathrooms. A guy sitting next to him, a burning cigarette. He takes a puff. Blows the smoke into his face.
Up until it gets trippy
Walking in a dark place, a forest. Elves all around him. Why are they there tho?
Or will it?
Lucas sit's on the floor of his bedroom. The sun is slowlly setting down. It's what kids call it the 'golden hour'.
I never decided to do drugs. The drugs decided to do me. It's weird. To be honest, I don't get it. I don't even remember my first time high. But it was acetone what I liked. Up until-
"What you got me on man?"
"No more acetone for you, your nose red like Rudolph's."
"I can't quit. Addicted."
"Here, have this."
He hands Lucas three pills. They are golden. Dark gold.
"Eat this."
"Snort."
"Don't snort it!"
"Why?"
"I mean... It's like strong as fuck."
"So snort it is."
Lucas starts to walk away.
"WHO WILL PAY?!"
"I don't know." He laughts.
And it will be amazing.
Lucas bends down and snorts a long golden line of molly. His eyes widen, he lays down.
Happiness.
Empty hapiness.
It's not real.
It's not real what I feel.
I'm fake.
Made up.
In a lab.
Chemistry.
It's drug.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far.
I went too far. These words allways in my head. I don't know.
