Then you decide, maybe you want to try it too, see what it feels like. You hang around... and try it. It overwhelms you, its something you've NEVER felt before and has suddenly opened up so many doors, the world is a brighter place. And you're (on a) high, while the feeling lasts nothing seems impossible. Pink Floyd starts making sense and so do the lyrics in death metal. you start singing along to gay songs like truly madly deeply.
And then, you start wanting more.
Hmm, now that i look back at what i've written i guess any intoxicant, booze or ciggarrette might have fit the same pattern.
What i'm actually talking about is Love.
The Oldest drug known to man. Love.
That thing just fucks you up. Love even though not classified as harmful, or as an prescription only consumable. Definetly follows the pattern, typical of any other intoxicant.
Lets continue our story.
You Start wanting more, and more... and then suddenly you stop getting any. It drives you crazy, you become hormonal.. become exposed to spontaneous bouts of anger followed by crying. you start avoiding your friends... and piss off those you do care about. You start either eating nothing or too much... suddenly you've either lost or gained 5-6 kgs.
You start asking why, and then when you realise you arent going to get any... and when the source lets you know, there isn't going be anymore and that its over. You rebound onto anything else, as long as it keeps you high, you'll take anything alchohol, a joint, a blue pilll, a green pill... anything. or In this case, since love involves people instead of consumables... you'll start wanting to be with any random stranger who smiles at you.
finally, years after its over... after you've rid yourself of it, and weaned yourself of it.
All it takes is a slight chance encounter. And just like alchoholics, all you'll need is a little push.
And you'll be thrown back into Madness.
Written from the heart.
P.S This Being in Love thing Blows.
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