Early January.

What a lovely day.

January 9th. 9:00 pm. 

Such a lovely ring to it. 

The day a pilot decided to have one too many booze, and play Mario kart with the plane. Someone needs to give that man an award. He dominated the game to a whole new level. Might I add, that there was also no food on the plane. Might I also add that, having food would have been detrimental to ones ability to keep their food down. (experienced a bad case of California rolls, 5 years prior.) 

Besides the airplane turbulence and food problems, there was something more significant that would happen in only a few hours. 

Something that had been away from me. 

Something that I ached for.

My addiction. 

I remember when It took over me. It had this specialness about it that I'd always find myself drowning in. It was something that was instinct, that just clicked. It became my days, hours, my minutes and seconds --my milliseconds. It grew into moments that wouldn't happen for a while, and the moments that would happen centuries from now. It took over my ability to think correctly. I would sit there, aimlessly. Chills through and throughout my whole body. 

It just had a power of such control, it would be out of ones capability to find the source. The foundation spread.

It was out of control.

To this day, I can still feel the way it took over my days and nights. The way it talked to me, the abrupt way it would whisper into my sleep. 

Then, I got to understand its insides.

The intestines.

The lungs.

The liver.

The Bones.

The heart. 

I had never seen life with beauty, until I watched the shape that his eyes created when he looked down towards me, followed by the wrinkles around his mouth that became prominent when he would smile. 

And It always leaves me wanting more.