Then you meet those people that slap the haze out of your mind. They take the worlds axis and shake that mother fucker in every way possible just by walking in a room. They have the taste of reality on their lips and the touch of different tomorrow. You tend to stay awake more.
I needed a shift in my universe and I got it. I only wish your taste would linger longer so I stay awake. I wish your hands could create my new realm.
Chemically we are bound. No name. No stories. No history. No questions. none of which matter. Breathing your breath right here... right now... Is what matters.
It's a hell of a drug.