Drowning was never an option for me so I took the long way and swam back to shore.
I could have asked for help but when you're higher than a kite what's the point? The air rushing through your hair is pure and utter ecstasy.
Every touch, every sound, every single color... Magic couldn't begin to describe how I felt.
They say it only takes one time but it took a couple times and a couple different drugs but I think I've got it now.
I kept falling faster and deeper down this rabbit hole with little to no escape and the whole world was tipsy turvy by the time I figured out I needed help.
I lost that weight finally, I also lost some friends and family along the way... But I gained a best friend, or so I thought, one who would never let me down ( literally).
I couldn't be sure if the high was enough but it felt right at the time... Everything felt so... Good...
And the time came when I realized I had to stop feeling good and get back to reality... Who knew it would feel this bad?
I dug my grave and as far as I was concerned I had laid my head down deep beneath the earth ready to lay in the bed I made...but then you came around.
You got me back up.
Told me pretty things that made me feel Better than these drugs... Which was almost (easy enough?) hard to believe.
And drowning was never an option... So I swam back to shore leaving the high to fall slowly back to earth.
I have never done drugs but just went to see a play about Crank the book and thought I would try something new! :)