Today my brain is wrapped around blue…that’s all I can think of: Blue; the brightest, most crystalline shade of blue, maybe a hint of gray here and there.
Blue: On top of me...Intoxicating me, asphyxiating me...kissing me, fucking me. Please just go away.
This is the real hang over. After having tasted venom in its purest form, after having reached heights you never thought possible, after seeing so much, after believing all there was to believe. How is this possible? What will I do now when obviously nothing else will suffice?
And just like every drunk, I tell myself over and over that I will not do this again. This is it.
Yes, it’s over.
