My blog is a collection of answers people don’t want to hear to questions they didn’t ask.
― Sebastyne Young

 

Writing is not a hobby. It's the only way I get to shut up the demons in my head.
― Mark Maish

 

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration.
― Ernest Hemingway

 

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.
― Unknown

 

 

drugs

drugs

Indulge. 

 

Experience. 

 

Feel. 

 

Forget. 

 

Spin. 

 

Pain.

 

Regret. 

 

Bloody eyes.

 

One after the other I kept on taking them.

'Keep them rolling' I said to my dealer.

Another shot, another day.

You look at me through the window and wonder why I am doing this to myself, acting all judgemental.

But how are you better?

When the first thing you do when you get home is indulge in your own drugs?

You think you're better because your drugs talk to you everyday. Because your drugs lie to you that they love you and you actually believe them. 

We all have different forms of drugs we take.

Some more deadly than others.

So what's your drug?

 

Sex?

 

The internet?

 

Music?

 

Cocaine? 

 

Love?

 

Cheating?

 

But whatever it is I bet you're enjoying it right? 

Don't you enjoy the thrill of the 'high'?

You try to stop yourself but you keep wanting more. 

You tell yourself that this week you ain't going to go through the same thing but you know you're lying to yourself.

Then people say 'stop doing that it's all wrong and shit'

But you know it is wrong but what do you do?

You do it again?

Right? Damn. 

Now you can't seem to stop wanting some more.

So, what's your drug?

Written by: Bryan Theo Mfhaladi

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