hazed, dazed.

The drip went in and the lights went out.

Everything was disjointed. There were bits and pieces of reality, but never a whole. Familiarity became a blur. The words from yesterday had became words that had never been read. Memories came back in flashes. Tiny alphabets in print, trying to form language. A language that could once be comprehended. Not now, not anymore. It was supposed to be comfort, but was comfort supposed to feel like a daze? The panic had ended but there was no calm. There were no trembles but there were no breathing. Yesterday…yesterday? When did it happen? Yesterday doesn’t matter when it feels like all you have is today. But, today is just another day. Another day, another try, another failure.

This is why I swore I would never do drugs

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