So it goes.
There's nothing like that somewhat perfect state of euphoria that one is in while under the influence of several pharmeceuticals. You're head feels like it will take to the sky leaving behind the dead and useless bulk of mass known as the body. Your every limb seems to become lifeless. You yearn for nothing and everything all at once. You seem to forget why you even began scarfing down pill after pill, until you reach far back into your throat and pull up every single chemical creation your mucus membranes have presented your upper body with as a "defense mechanism". Snapping into and out of existence, consciousness, stability, instability, insatiability, pain, glory, sanity, and insanity. All in all it's a good trip down memory lane while sweating the demons out of your body on that all too common spot between the 8 square feet of territory you call your bedroom. You put on a record that you think will ease your pain by just a hair if at all. Or something so boring that it will just put you to sleep. Like that book you can't bring yourself to pick up and finish even though you only have two chapters left. These are the things that you're left with. And suddenly your everyday doesn't seem so bad and you hate yourself for taking it all for granted, in stride, in spades. We all get through it in the end. And although this isn't the end...every second i spend is one second closer to the end. So it goes.