Drugs are beautiful.
They come in all shape and sizes.
My drug though was life because it fucked me up in ways you can't imagine.
For years now I have been smoking weed and taking some other shit on the road, my goal was to sleep and forget.
I wanted to get so high that my life drifted away, my past gone, my present gone and hopefully my future would be non existent.
There was no meaning, I have no meaning.
A vice can kill you...but that's only if you do it right because everything kills you so go out with a fucking bang I'd say.
I tell everyone this, if someone tuned around to me and said I would die in 24 hours, I would die happily, I've done what I want to do everything else is just a filler for adult hood, which does nothing but corrupt your soul, or if you're like me, what's left of it.
