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...
posted by Morya at
11:56 PM
5 Comments:
that makes u lucky
that makes u lucky
It seems written after deep thinking.
Sometimes you've got to let everything go -- purge
yourself. If you are unhappy with anything . . . whatever
is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find
that when you're free, your true creativity, your true
self comes out.
Lines which make you think as to how far one will go after own self and own desires. The smallest things in life bring in biggest changes. So no high is as high if it is not felt deep inside.
Keep writing and do a spell check, still there are mistakes in the lines.
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