drug

It always happens this way he thought, it starts off with this crazy rush that no drug can give you; but unlike the drug it's difficult to keep getting back the rush every single time. And unlike the drug, unless you find something after the heady feeling gives way, it becomes a just burning flame, susceptible to the gust of wind that would just turn the page in your book...

He'd seen his friend go through the same thing, one moment you see the perfect picture to hold on to forever; and then next moment you just switch off. For his friend that urge to hold on died an unexpected death. And what seemed to be the most amazing thing to have ever happened after she left him just dissolved into the distances and the fog of memories... leaving him lost again.

But for him it was different, he had found something beyond the rush, something that was as inexplicable as it was powerful. This strong urge to hold on, to keep it close and guarded and safe. Maybe because the first time you fall so hard for this drug, nothing can seem to match the intensity. And nothing will. Ever.

But lets say that the tragedy of it all lay in the realization that the more he tried to hold on the more it seemed to slip away. "Kind of a catch-22 situation" he laughed himself to comfort, which was rare.

This was and had been the best of everything, but I guess even God charged taxes for extra benefits, for his was the stuff dreams are made of. The stuff that can keep you smiling in the darkest of storms. Something easy to make others jealous of you being God's favourite child. There was a lot of pain involved in it, maybe it was a test? He doesn't know, but now he keeps company with songs in the lonely hours after midnight. Hoping that things would fall into place, that all the effort would be worth it, because he knew he'd given everything and could give yet more only and only hoping he wouldn't lose the best thing that ever happened to him.