Have You Ever Wondered What It’s Like to Do Crystal Meth?
The Jagged, Unraveling Rush and the Void That Follows
It’s not clarity. Not even close. It’s the opposite, really — chaos so loud it drowns itself out, a scream echoing inside your bones until it becomes the quietest thing in the room. The first hit — no, that’s a lie — the hit, because there’s no first or last, only the now. It smacks you.
You inhale, and suddenly you’re not yourself. No, you’re the jagged pulse of the city, the cracked sidewalk under streetlights, the hum of power lines strung too tight. Everything buzzing, everything vibrating just a beat out of sync, and it makes you feel like you’re vibrating, too, like you might just shatter.
Thoughts. Too many. Too fast. Like someone ripped open a bag of marbles and they’re everywhere — scattering, bouncing, clattering, rolling under the furniture where you’ll never find them again. Shining, glistening, tiny orbs, each holding a half-formed idea.
Grab one — no, it’s gone, slipping, rolling away.
Another, quicker this time, but it’s lost too, already replaced by the next one, brighter, sharper.
Thoughts slamming into each other like a chaotic dance of light and noise. You’re in the middle of telling a story, some grand revelation…
