I feel my eyes widen in anticipation.
Darting
Locking on the toolset before me.
A shiny flat razor gleams in my fingers precisely slicing my prize.
The crisply rolled hundred, my validation
Proving even more so that reality is not where I reside.
And finally, the delicately crushed powder sliding into tiny, mountain range lines. . .
All of it screaming at me "We can afford to cheat life!"
I compose my mind, putting away the small voice that whispers harsh reality.
Somewhat aware of my sweaty palms and clenched jaw, I lean closer.
Waiting a moment to take it all in.
My heart is slamming against the prison of my ribcage.
I might have laughed, if I had not been holding each breath like it was my last.
"I will fight any battle but this one!" I declare to myself. And so I will fight none at all.
I am so in love with my synthetic, rose colored shades.
Shaky hands trace the length of the line. Inhaling sharply, I feel the burn that I learned to love so long ago
My heartbeat steadies. Slowly escorting this vice to each of my extremities.
My tightly knotted being unravels.
I can breathe!
I am free!