A Day in the Life of Drugs

July 23, 2010
I feel like I’m surrounded by nothing. But as nothing as It gets the more clostrahaphobic I feel. I’m in a world now where everyone is dead, the feelings, the colors, and the sights. Were all walking on trips and spilling our hearts on things that destroy us. Do we need to be weaker, do we need to feel any less alive then we do right now? The things that we used to be able to control now slip away in the palms of our hands. The things that used to make us feel whole just deplete everything we have ever felt. There isn’t any emotion in our world. There is no sober soul for the future. Am I supposed to be alone in this synthetic mess? The drugs, the hate there all burning away the same to me.

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