As I recall, in my last blog, I said something about old dreams. It's been keeping me down for the past two or three days, and I just can't seem to stop thinking of it, like, say, if I was a cocaine addict, and all of a sudden all the drugs were taken away from me... I go into withdrawal, but eventually come out ok, but that tiny little itch. That microcosmic craving is still there, in the back of my head. The addiction never went away completely, it's just that my brain is strong enough to resist it now, because I understand that it's bad. Except in this situation, if I really did get a taste of that cocaine again, it wouldn't harm me. No, it'd do good for me, it's just that the drug dealer doesn't like me very much.
Man, I make good analogies.
Anyways, I don't think I'm gonna ever get over the craving, so I'll just wait until the drug dealer has a change of heart about me. Maybe peek around for some other people selling drugs. You never know, they could have some better cocaine... Or heroine. Addictive substance connotations, FTW.
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