"Amphetamine Abyss."
The line is cut out in front of you as you anxiously await the rush it will deliver. You look around at your friends before leaning in to inhale the sharp substance that cuts through your nasal passages like a knife in butter. You step back in relief. Your senses sharpen and you begin to feel focused on only being as productive as you can within the limited time you have. You begin coming up with ideas, and collaborate with your surroundings to make them come to life. The night carries on.
The passengers in your car are intoxicated, yet you feel nothing but confidence and influence. You comfort others with your conversation and you realize your losing grip of the steering wheel due to the continuous perspiration. You look over at the clock, and realize it is going on 3 AM and you are not tiring at a normal pace. As you arrive home, the party quickly fades and you feel continually empowered to work through some things that you have been putting off. The house needed cleaning, the dog walking. You ponder about in a lonely stance, coming to realize you are alone.
Your friends have fallen into a beautiful peaceful abyss. You sit alone trying to figure out why you are beginning to feel isolated, alone. You reach into your pocket, and set out another line. Deep down, you know this will be your last for the night. The question of running out eludes your mind, and you begin to feel empowered again. The metallic sweet taste goes down the back of your throat as you swallow. Your ALIVE again. This time even more so then the last. You quickly begin surfing the internet, and seem to be learning at such a rapid pace. You develop new work, start a project that was already due, and carry on.
Looking over you realize a glimpse of sunlight peeking in through the dark room. You listen to your friends peacefully sleeping as the daylight succumbs the room. You start wondering, how long it will be until you can get some more. You cannot possibly be done yet, there is simply too much to be done. You check your messaging applications on your computer every five minutes as the hours begin to blend together and fade. Your face is hot, and you are focused. You continue typing out your finishing thoughts, when suddenly you realize you have to get to work.
Thoughts begin racing through your mind, as you scramble up a plan to get to work. Your energy begins to fade, and you are contemplating taking a nap. Suddenly as you lie down, all you feel is panic. Your racing consciousness plays out every thing, and it does not look good. As the time goes on you realize there is some alcohol in the bottle left over from the party. This will surely get you to sleep so you can recover and get just enough sleep before work.
Laying there, you realize you have lost your job before losing it. You realize you have nothing in common with others. The thoughts continually speed up without mercy. The liquor burns as it goes down. You continue drinking and feel okay again. You realize you have not showered in two days, when suddenly you hear a notification from your computer. Your in business. Off into the abyss.
The passengers in your car are intoxicated, yet you feel nothing but confidence and influence. You comfort others with your conversation and you realize your losing grip of the steering wheel due to the continuous perspiration. You look over at the clock, and realize it is going on 3 AM and you are not tiring at a normal pace. As you arrive home, the party quickly fades and you feel continually empowered to work through some things that you have been putting off. The house needed cleaning, the dog walking. You ponder about in a lonely stance, coming to realize you are alone.
Your friends have fallen into a beautiful peaceful abyss. You sit alone trying to figure out why you are beginning to feel isolated, alone. You reach into your pocket, and set out another line. Deep down, you know this will be your last for the night. The question of running out eludes your mind, and you begin to feel empowered again. The metallic sweet taste goes down the back of your throat as you swallow. Your ALIVE again. This time even more so then the last. You quickly begin surfing the internet, and seem to be learning at such a rapid pace. You develop new work, start a project that was already due, and carry on.
Looking over you realize a glimpse of sunlight peeking in through the dark room. You listen to your friends peacefully sleeping as the daylight succumbs the room. You start wondering, how long it will be until you can get some more. You cannot possibly be done yet, there is simply too much to be done. You check your messaging applications on your computer every five minutes as the hours begin to blend together and fade. Your face is hot, and you are focused. You continue typing out your finishing thoughts, when suddenly you realize you have to get to work.
Thoughts begin racing through your mind, as you scramble up a plan to get to work. Your energy begins to fade, and you are contemplating taking a nap. Suddenly as you lie down, all you feel is panic. Your racing consciousness plays out every thing, and it does not look good. As the time goes on you realize there is some alcohol in the bottle left over from the party. This will surely get you to sleep so you can recover and get just enough sleep before work.
Laying there, you realize you have lost your job before losing it. You realize you have nothing in common with others. The thoughts continually speed up without mercy. The liquor burns as it goes down. You continue drinking and feel okay again. You realize you have not showered in two days, when suddenly you hear a notification from your computer. Your in business. Off into the abyss.
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