I recall acid binges, candy-flipping across town in an unwholesome fashion, The underlying theme of escape, as dark waves tore through our extended reality, to leave me 'wake.
Why feel this, why think it?
Sometimes I would start in fright from a nightmare filled with flashing blue lights, cacophonous sirens, My front door thrown off its hinges and the house destroyed by vicious policemen. Eventually I quit.
When I could take no more, I gave it up slowly, piece by piece, clutching to the last remnants of my empire, feeling that apostasy,