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When my pupils dilate, my eyes truly open

I think there is something beautiful in the act of losing my mind.
Firstly, for example, when I take drugs my mind alters. I want to dance, I want to get up, I want to talk, I want to shout, I want to feel things, I want to look at lights, I want to walk. Reality is invisible and my mind alters. My problems aren't there, my worries, my future, my memory ,my past  aren't there. My life isn't there. I only comprehend the present. Its like I can actually take the time to appreciate the colours of life, the actual art of conversation&communicating, the actual feelings without the thought, the pure love I feel for something without any concious thought or decision. The raw emotion. I don't feel like drugs force me this way. I do it all myself. Drugs just help. I feel like they block out reality and introduce me to the building blocks of "life". The emotions, feelings, colours, sounds.. All of the senses really. There is relatively no thought behind an act whilst under the influence of drugs. Everything is based on pure instinct and feelings. That is so beautiful. That I can tap into what is essential for real happiness. Pure senses. 100% no reality. (Reality being life: work, college, school, different people, the world, dilemmas and worries). Drugs are a chemical gateway to physical escapism. Whatever was bothering me doesn't bother me anymore. When my pupils dilate, my eyes truly open. To all. To the music, to the feelings, to the atmosphere. Things that in my day to day life I forget to appreciate, are resurrected through taking drugs. The way my body moves makes me happy when intoxicated. Just the way my body moves. How truly beautiful is it that a concoction of chemicals can make me appreciate the things I don't even notice when I'm sober. I don't believe that drugs should be wholly labelled as negative things, because they make me feel so positive. I know that that's what they're supposed to do until I can't cope with reality anymore and become addicted and throw my life away. But no. I don't agree. Drugs for me are just a part-time escape. An occasional meeting with my inner-self. A special recollection of personal emotion. Drugs are illegal, why? Because there are stupid people out there who (bless their souls) take drugs to fill holes in their lives and in their hearts. That's how addiction takes over. The constant need of filling the emptiness with the pure happiness that is realised through drug use.
Drugs, for me, clarify & emphasise my senses and my emotion. Basically my spirit can reiterate it's happiness through the occasional escape of drugs.
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