Walking through everything, life, love, romance and heartbreak because I am so high I can't run. That is fucking cheesy as hell but it fits because everything about seems slowed down, like I'm being chased by Freddy and those stairs are made of tar.
It's frustrating and immensely satisfying at the time. I can make talk like this when I am a few hours into a detox and I feel spirited and noble but that is all it is, a few hours. In those few hours though I have made epic plans about how much better my life will be if I can get off drugs, if I can get through one night. Just a few hours.
I guess we will see.
