I Don't Do Drugs (+18)
She told me just like that, almost as if she had guessed I was about to offer some. Maybe she guessed it, after all; I'm not the most transparent guy in the world, but I can't say I'm a brick wall, either.
"What do you mean?" I asked her as I genuinely struggled to understand her reasons for saying that.
"Weren't you about to offer me something?" She said.
"Not at all." I lied. I wasn't about to waste that sunset on the beach with her.
"You don't need to lie to me, sweetie. You don't even have to avoid your stuff, just know that I won't be taking any with you. Ever." I know she probably tried to be cool and nice, but to me she just sounded cocky and arrogant. The more she explained how she didn't want it, the more I could listen to the silent words that established how she thought she was somehow superior. "I just don't get it."
"You don't get what?" I said.
"Why people do drugs... It doesn't make sense to me, that's all." She explained as she leaned forward upon our blanket on the white sand, and placed her head over my chest. The calm sea water would come up close to our feet, and then back away gently; Its sound, along with the cool wind, was merely one of the many aspects which kept me calm and centered enough to say what I did.
"Every single person is addicted to some sort of drug in this world, love. Weed, coke, pills... These are simply shortcuts to a feeling people are desperately trying to achieve. Happiness, lust, satisfaction, numbness of spirit, you name it. If you don't use shortcuts, well then... good for you, I guess! But that doesn't mean you're better than anyone who does, see? For instance, I know for a fact you're addicted to intimacy, to the human touch, to the feeling of sharing someone' breath, and so on... Am I right?"
She remained silent for a while as her beautiful eyes stared deep into mine. For a second I thought she hadn't heard a word I said.
"You're half right." She broke her silent.
"How am I half right? Where did I go half wrong?"
"Well... Intimacy, human touch, and sharing someone's breath, sure. What's missing? The drug itself, baby. It's you. Your intimacy, your touch, your breath, your sex. I'm completely addicted to the whole of you, inside and out. I just never realised how people could ever be considered a drug." She said as the cold sea water finally reached our feet.
"The very worst, love."
"What do you mean?" I asked her as I genuinely struggled to understand her reasons for saying that.
"Weren't you about to offer me something?" She said.
"Not at all." I lied. I wasn't about to waste that sunset on the beach with her.
"You don't need to lie to me, sweetie. You don't even have to avoid your stuff, just know that I won't be taking any with you. Ever." I know she probably tried to be cool and nice, but to me she just sounded cocky and arrogant. The more she explained how she didn't want it, the more I could listen to the silent words that established how she thought she was somehow superior. "I just don't get it."
"You don't get what?" I said.
"Why people do drugs... It doesn't make sense to me, that's all." She explained as she leaned forward upon our blanket on the white sand, and placed her head over my chest. The calm sea water would come up close to our feet, and then back away gently; Its sound, along with the cool wind, was merely one of the many aspects which kept me calm and centered enough to say what I did.
"Every single person is addicted to some sort of drug in this world, love. Weed, coke, pills... These are simply shortcuts to a feeling people are desperately trying to achieve. Happiness, lust, satisfaction, numbness of spirit, you name it. If you don't use shortcuts, well then... good for you, I guess! But that doesn't mean you're better than anyone who does, see? For instance, I know for a fact you're addicted to intimacy, to the human touch, to the feeling of sharing someone' breath, and so on... Am I right?"
She remained silent for a while as her beautiful eyes stared deep into mine. For a second I thought she hadn't heard a word I said.
"You're half right." She broke her silent.
"How am I half right? Where did I go half wrong?"
"Well... Intimacy, human touch, and sharing someone's breath, sure. What's missing? The drug itself, baby. It's you. Your intimacy, your touch, your breath, your sex. I'm completely addicted to the whole of you, inside and out. I just never realised how people could ever be considered a drug." She said as the cold sea water finally reached our feet.
"The very worst, love."
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