White dreams:step 3 she gives me fever

Some people migh wonder why am i writing a blog regardin the effect of an intoxicant...people out there am not espousing or championing abuse (drugs/substance) in any way.I want people to read my stuff and realise how close i had come to darkness how close i was to loosing sanity and maybe they would be wiser and not embark on the path which i had traversed on a time .

This was my third time with her.I was pretty familiar with her but she was a coy one never revealing all her secrets .......every time was another witches brew.I had become her's body and soul ,i could hardly imagine life with her.I was listening to pink floyd's learnin to fly. An amazin track.Gradually i started gettin lost in her embrace and she darkened my world to reveal the world without being.

I opened my eyes and saw the passage of time.I saw the paint peeling off the walls and the old being replaced with the new.I was untouched by time.Time stood still for me.I got up and looked around and saw what i had always feared .............the scarred earth.She was bloddied and lay down gasping her last breaths from the various tortures we humans(??????) had inflicted on her.

Her once fruitful womb was laid bare.She lay there with the life essecnec gone from her.A tear rolled down my eye ...........not for her,for us ...our stupidity.And i came back to reality.

It was a sobering experience....i pray what i had seen that day doesnt come to pass.

Poaching

I just discovered one thing.Something which i never thought i would be .Naa i dont have V.D like some of u smart alecks out there might be thinking.I found out i am kinda insecure.Have seen so many people through my 23 years some hav become damn good friends ,some have faded away into the mists of time and are nothing but memories whch surface like a whiff of strangely intoxicating smell and others ...............

I am an introvert and dont make friends easily, some people say that i am a snobbish bastard but i am just a biot weird.The few people who are close to me are being poached.......i mean call me childish and an idiot, they were my friends people with whom i shared my times, now unknown people are coming out of the woodwork and are crawling into their lives.I am bitter.I feel let down its stupid nothing has happened but i feel the need to go away from them.So its goodbye california .

I am reverting to my old self........the dreamer...the painter.This is the second metamorphosis, dont know what i am going to become but its gonna be interesting.....To see the new me.