cheap imitations are better than nothing.

Swallow the bitter relief.  Long, hard gulps.  Looking for that second when it all starts to fade.

I look for nothing.
I want for nothing.  Well, nothing more than another. And another still.

It helps to take things out of focus.

Everything just seems better when the edges of my reality are blurred.

though nothing changes

I am unchanged

amber hues of liquid bliss.

stay in the moment

pretend