The itchy feelings across my neck sprouts profoundly as the longitudunal abstinence journey I have embarked upon prolongs,
The urges grow in intensity like a desperate call of hunger or thirst,
Ever-long periods of consistent abuse and usage feels years past as I look deep into a \'clean\' future,
The eternal highs- The rock bottom lows ; it always dulled the experience of my mechanical being,
Blood flow accelerates as I observe others bathe within its abuse and yet within the jealously I am reminded of my past trauma,
I want it back yet I cannot bare to reside within the same purgatory,
Like a bird that cannot fly,
A fish that cannot swim,
A cigarette which won\'t burn,
I feel lost in achieveing in my purpose; without it life feels longer, emotions feel more intense and my body even more brittle.
Perhaps in order to overcome i must face it
Your embrace......