Rush

My eyes shut tight as that oh so familiar sting pricks my arm. I cringe as I feel the spider web of my veins fill with the euphoric poison. I sit and inhale deeply to catch my breath from the rush of extreme exstacy, fluid satisfaction, and dark joy. I lean back and stare at the ceiling as my eyes widen and I soak in the feeling of satisfying my selfish cravings. I become restless and more awake than any other moment in my life. I feel myself explore parts of my mind that my sober self would never allow. I see the world through the eyes of a madman. My heart races as feelings of love, understanding, intensity, curiosity, hope, and sharing, breed into an emotion that feeds the madness of this AWAKENESS! I feel as if the floodgates of my brain have burst into this land of wisdom and understanding! There is nothing I cannot learn and absolutely nothing I cannot accomplish, I am the ironman of my new world. I feast on this feeling as I discover new territorys of my mind I have seen before. Every breath I take  brings on a new wave of this feeling until my jaw tightens so hard and my hands are clenched so tightly that I realize I need to walk and just do... anything, and everything. As I decide to stand up as I light a cigarette, and a crazed smile spreads across my face. Everything that I do seems to stimulate me beyond anything I could possibly imagine. I turn and look at myself in the mirror, every detail seems to come out at me as I exhale a thick cloud of smoke. I freeze as I look at myself as I have never looked at myself before. Im looking half crazed as the drug flows through my body. My heart skips a beat here and there as I move past the initial rush and into a state of thinking that is not logical but deep and random, a state of understanding, observation, refelecting, and curiosity. I obsese over repetative motions, and soak in this high that is more stimulation than anything before in my life including previous drugs and even sex. The next few hours are the most intense of my life, yet nothing is occuring except the endless motion of my mental gears. My mind is opened to so much more as my serotonin takes me into a whole new World, while in the end only to be put back on the leash of sobriety.