She stared at the ceiling, blankly. A pirouette surrounded her, of thoughts, wishes, desires, cravings and more. It was a new beginning that awaited her in the deserted course towards the end. She was twenty one and had allowed a long hypodermic needle to enter her veins, smelling of vinegar, smelling of the big H thing.
The number was deleted from her contacts list. She picked up her phone and concentrated to remember the number. Carefully, with fidgety eyes, she dialed it. No, I don't love you. Stop calling me up, stop wasting your time and mine. He said. She smiled and said that it was okay. She went outside the room where a party awaited her. She laughed, cried, danced, sighed and enjoyed. She was in love with the H thing. No pain, no depression. She had found solace.
She came close to me as she saw me snorting coke. "This is baaaaaaaad habit, but go ahead, it feels nice." and she jumped down to sit next to me, chuckling.
I said.
Welcome to the world of Psychedelia.
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