You feel the ignition under your vein, a snake worming it’s way into your bloodstream. It pangs with coolness as it hugs you in its blanket and your body trembles backwards, it's almost like you are on a plane looking down as everything society normally hangs over you, turns shapeless and unimportant, you surf the clouds as they lap into each other, un-bothered. The feeling never lasts, because when you wake up, you are never up there in the clouds. You feel ashamed as the needle hangs off you and the drool is dried on your face, and whatever backwood place you are seems even more diseased than when you got there. You walk outside and the world is faster than you remember. You can't catch up. Everyone is erratic and you are weird to them because you are you. You crave. Once more you crave escape.