“They give me
disease, they give me a pain in my neck to feed off me”-John Frusciante.
Ricochet through the good times. Rumble with incoherent
banter of the babble that spills love that surprises me the morning after. The
bottles opens, my lips quiver with excited anticipation of the times to come.
Flowing down the throat, the slow poison drowns my being into an emanation of
love. Beaming with a radiant gleam of happiness, my being zones out into a
parallel state of me.
A utopian state of mind descends upon a brain cranked up on
endorphins. The world turns slowly, yet the time passes by so fast. Ascension from
a lull into primal state of being with needs and wants only affixing themselves
to basic needs of man, a contextual state of bliss slowly seethes in.
Each gulp brings you closer to euphoria. Every sip opens up
a jar of happiness that not only stems from you but branches out and breathes. Smiling
faces, lips stretched from ear to ear and the auto-pilot mode your body goes
into. Numb with a certain level of detachment and reattachment to the thought
process that press the most touching issues of the hour, shake hands with me.
Living in my being day in and day out, a certain amount of
time spent being detached is rejuvenating to say the least. Drowned in generous
amounts of euphoria, the state of being not only absorbs me in completely but
also becomes a weft of me.
Pushing, pulling, absorbing, every step of the way seems
like a walk into the abyss. It’s a lovely moment which I tend to spend drowned
in happiness in a world that gives me enough and more reasons to not believe in
happiness and love.
Giving into reckless abandon is therapeutic. It’s a spa therapy
for the soul, one which at times condones logic and reasoning – perfect for
this illogical life.
Explanations are excuses. And I love explaining why I love
getting high. With each passing day, crawl further towards death. In a state of
thought that purports my yearnings of the sweet nectar, yet in many other only
logically states that I should be far more generous towards my personal
happiness.
Ways and means turn
up a new page of discussing the pros and cons of the medium yet I tend to take
only to alcohol for reaching the heavens. Weed and hash just don’t seem to take
to me kindly. I only get overtly hungry and lazy, all of which I love but then
again not something to look forward to. That kick of craziness just doesn’t come
through so easily, probably because everything becomes such a task to manage.
If I wanted my world to get tougher I wouldn’t have been getting high in the
first place.
Disconnection with the world and only focusing on the task
at hand is what I feel lovely about when indulging the sweet poison. Such
positive vibes flow through me that it’s just plain stupid not to partake in
the revelry within. Give in and feel the love cast its spell slowly, steadily. The
world slowly lifts off its mask and becomes a tad easier to believe in.
Not as an exit but more like the Promised Land. The alcohol might
serve as a portal for escape but to me it’s a getaway to a land of happiness
and love. Not delusional but just plain descriptive.
In me, within me the liquid flows down into the depths of
me.
“A liquid embrace to chase the day away, sweetly she draws me into her
arms.” “The dark mistress of many, beholden to none.” –Randy Blythe.
Court her, be together – in sickness and in health and flirt
till death do us apart. Every drop serves to make you smile. Stepping up the
levels of euphoria with endorphins going berserk, the mind feels a numbing calm
descend over it.
Slip down the chasm of self and into a never-ending void, a
void that delivers you from being. A being that has been shaped and contoured
by the society which smothers an individual for the ‘greater good’ of the
collective.
Drink, converse, smile, be. Uncomplicate and indulge.
Simplify life and live in the
moments that weave together to become a life time.