Slowly, I start sipping on a glass filled with a liquid reflecting his face on it because the cosmic forced my hands to tip the glass over and pour it in my mouth.
It was like smoking for the first time. It sets your lungs on fire, leaving you helplessly grasping for air to breathe. You want to stop, but at the same time it gives you that weird feeling of wanting more to ease the numb. And before you know it, you're addicted to it just like you're long for the oxygen.
It is killing me and heal me at the same time. He's both the poison and the antidote. The more I drink it, the more addictive he become. The more addictive he become, the harder for me to scream myself to stop. And if I stop, the pain will just linger there.
You do the math, and I'm gonna pour myself some more.
Ps: I don't smoke so I honestly don't know how it's like to smoke for the first time. I just heard it from friends. Please don't take this post literally okay?
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