ARTIFICIAL HAPPINESS


Upon my rising, my wings sprout and I feel alive. My body's nerves tingle awake and I feel home. My brain expands and opens to new dimensions I would have never experienced if I abstained. Abandoning the principles that were branded into my being, my psyche grew exponentially. A certain freedom comes with giving up all control; releasing your mind to an object. Your entire being suspends onto another level and your earthly self descends into a state of orgasmic bliss.

My mind and body disconnect and I am lost inside the billions of neural synapses that connect me to myself. Fire ignites my veins and my heart surges. My lungs gasp . . . and my chains unlock. The same chains that bind me to darkness and violence and disease; Reality.

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