Because sometimes I’m not.
I think I remember you. I think.
The marionette that somehow became the puppet-master.
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A kiss is like marijuana.
At the risk of sounding cliche: there is this initial high that takes you away, someplace else. In a world where you get lost in your thoughts and overanalyse everything in that one moment that has you incapacitated, leaving you absolutely speechless.
But what happens beyond that?
There is this perspective of marijuana that describes it as a gateway drug. That even without getting addicted to it, one lowers their inhibitions just enough to open a metaphoric window the slightest bit, creating an opportunity for something else to get in. Perhaps something more stimulating or addictive, and without appropriate control, having the capacity to mentally cripple an individual through comedowns and withdrawals, unable to cope with the road you’ve set yourself on.
One might find that they may regret where they end up. Lost in their own world and grasping on to ideas and notions that are not shared by others, while shunning the disapproving looks for one’s irreverent actions. Living through the pursuit of self-indulgent ideals, one may even turn deaf to the words of friends, casting aside the concepts of social norms and acceptability.
These gateway drugs; that first kiss, that first hit, that first time.
They all open a window for something else.
And the journey it takes you on,
it changes you, whether you realise it or not.
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