i sat on the tartan cushion beside my window, curtains drawn to the left. i took a drag and waited for the high to kick in, man the wind is blowing real hard. i listened to the beats of a magic man, playing the same loop that i was tripping in. i took yet shorter puffs that hit me harder, squarely in the chest and i let it all out. drink up, glug glug; drink up, glug glug. i suffocate while breathing in, underwater: my senses swim past me and algae chokes me from beneath. i am lying– floating maybe. i close my eyes and sleep encapsulates me. am i dreaming? in another reality, i am not at all who i wanted to be.
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