Getting high...
The caffeine choked; the smoke was usual... getting in, drying the lungs. The nicotine was mercilessly killing the dead. The alcohol rose. It hit the arduous brain, nothing moved, nothing changed, nothing felt.
The reaction was hard, the reaction was unpredictable, the reaction was unthinkable. Quitting was not on the cards, Addiction was unconquerable. It was guarded by the mighty walls of lust and desire.
The troy felt. The hefty Achilles destroyed. The tender Patroclus humanized the cheyf of his existence. The addiction conquered by the power of presence, of love, of existence.
There was no caffeine, no smoke, no alcohol. The purity made us high...