I just wrote this....
I remember my feet hitting the ground, vomit spewing from my mouth. I remember the dark dank room pulsating with people, skirmishes and bursts of chemical energy, pounding on me, forcing my head to implode, music moving me so fast and so far. Away from here, away from these half truths and lied promises, impossible egotists dream. The dancing rover looks at me. My stomach drops, my body brain and consciousness drop too, melting onto the floor. I fight back, but I’m too weak and this place, these people, too strong. That’s when I start to lose it. The spinning takes over, the room starts shaking, my stomach start churning in tune. Synthesized screaming fills my ears and I lose it. I can’t keep myself safe. I want to hide, I want out of my head. Where is the pill that will take me back, what can I swallow to get out of here? It’s too late, my body rejects my furtive attempt at grasping for control. I lose.
My feet push away the pavement, my stomach punishes me. Enough it says, it’s never ending biological fight to keep me alive mocking me as I dry heave. I can’t catch my breath but I have to get away from here. I run until the wind is all I hear, instead of the clashing chaos I left behind. The white noise screams secrets at me go back go back but I can’t I won’t. I need to escape from this net of insanity. I see lights. Where am I? I don’t care. I’m alive and I know it. I hate it. My cell phone rings, interrupting my closed mind. The good old boy is back. I laugh, I tell him, I’m falling I’m falling. My mouth won’t work and I crash.