I like it quiet. Silence. I interrupt the simulation, and it lit up. I took a deep breathe, and held it. The air circulating throughout the cave before being forced out. I could have kept inhaling. I could have breathed in the air. I could have. I should have. I breathed out. I breathed out the toxins, and saltiness. The pain and the black air we call the world. The air we breathe. The black lies. The blackened truths. Friendships, relationships and situation-ships alone. When I breathe on the daily, I have the theory that I'm being lied to. Not being told the truth about what life is 100% about. What if names are just titles we make up. Not the psycho shit about how we're all the simulation, but just how people are too toxic to NOT be intoxicated. Its the absolute best whenever I breathe in the non-buzzed air. It's addicting. So addicting, I can hardly sleep. Hardly speak. Hardly communicate. Shit, I'd rather people think I'm mute then agree that I'm weird because I'm quiet. Honestly, I think I'm smarter than most. Call me stupid, or stoned. Because i am. Both actually. Im pissed and stupid and stoned and hungry and tired and done. All honesty? I love life. Death would suck.
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Teddy Bear Pills
Teen FictionRipper and Jules are people from the same world. They realize that the reality that they live in is fake, or so it seems. To escape it, they inhale. Exhale. Puncture. Swallow. Maybe there's a soft side to the drugs, and not necessarily the people. A...
