the drug.

he wanted life, hope, love and all the other things people told him brought happiness. Did he belong to that. Was he ever to understand, the meaning of joy, true life. He had hoped for it all, had hoped for ever, but change never touched him. He looked for things, inside, and in others. Time for a search was over, materials was all he could trust, that he could see, touch. it was the final path. Path to glory, to destruction, but all was already lost. In his loss he found a pleasure, a assurance that there was nothing below. To loose all hope, was freedom, to take words from the others...intellect, to fake nirvana, True enlightenment. it was the end, at the end of all things

two tabs, escape, feel, repeat.