The blood is flowing through my veins like nothing else before, faster than ever, cell by cell, my mind is thinking about it, about my addiction. I'm starving, it's making me crawl to the need to feel satisfied about body and soul together. The need for the things that make us feel out of reality, although we are in the middle of it. All that matters is our imagination, that one reason that makes you want to stay alive and go through life, but you are distracted, distracted by escaping the reality and distracted by losing your time for this ilusion.
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