The thing about being an addict, is it makes it impossible for you to ever feel full again. Because you’ve been sated. And you know what it feels like. It’s like living your life, with a hole in your soul. Even when it doesn’t ache to be filled with drugs, it’s a hole just the same.
Nothing ever seems to fill that void. Nothing ever alleviates it. Eventually even life steers clear- having realized it is no match…
Leaving behind a disorderly confusion, somewhat like the anti climatic moment your feet touch the ground, after having descend the slide on a Helter Skelter- that in retrospect, seems hardly worth the climb.
Word Count: 111
This in response to Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #91: Helter Skelter