Dropping Acid: Escaping Virginity

This is a weird poetry styled writing about my first trip.

We slid those papers on and under our tongues.

Sucking on them and playing with them.

Then they got all soggy so we swallowed. 

There was a fire and there was chairs.

And there was six people including myself.
There was a balance.
And there was an alley.
But that was behind us.

I remember the music.

Like we were in a time machine.

And our destination was to a place we've never been before.

So much laughter.

So many smiles. 

It's like I'd never experienced living.

All I did was breathe.

It was dark but it was warm.

It was August.

It felt good.

I felt so damn great.

For the first time in a long time.

I wanted to feel good again. 

Author's Note

I do not condone the use of drugs, specifically acid. Do not try these drugs and pin the blame on me to authorities or your parents.