Thoughts sliding through my brain. Thoughts too slippery to hold onto, falling through the cracks of my soul. Everything is drug fogged. Everything I touch, everything I try to make sense of. Life is hidden in the murky depths of this well.
Who am I? Who was I? Who have I been? Is it her again?
She’s quiet, when she behaves herself. But when she doesn’t, they pump her full of drugs. Sometimes I like her better drugged. Sometimes she frightens me when she is drugged. She’s revealed many secrets to me, even in the midst of drug induced coma. She’s shown me places I can only dream of, places where she and I are forever free. Forever free from the torment of this world. Forever free from the heartache that is life.
We can be free, she whispers to me in that seductive tone. We can walk away and never look back.
She only has to smile at me, and my resolve will shatter. I can only go willingly.