Going out during sunset. The sun was red, slighly pink, as always has been. Ready to end lazing on a Sunday afternoon on a walk.
Again walking on the country. People with their dogs, huge ones but calm and domesticated. Some music on my headphones: "I can't handle change" by Roar. I see the moon, not full moon yet. There is a cat, a cute one in black and white irregular dots.
The syrup I drank an hour ago still hasn't kick in. I start to worry about fucked up the dose (less than the last time). Arrived at the village, buy some food at the deli. Now the stuff starts doing the effects when I am getting some chips and black and white cookies.
I ate all my junk food in less than 10 minutes. Drink some water. Syrup is weaker than last time. I heard some friends in a house. They are playing kid videogames. I am a bit old to play that stuff, even videogames I would say. I started to feel upset, because they didn't invite me. I could call them, but I prefer to keep walking.
I try to fight the negative ideas of maybe I am a social outcast. But even if I was right, the idea doesn't change anything. I decide to go back home before midnight. Syrup is going down sooner than spected.
At home, I change my clothes. Get naked and go to the swimming pool. I lay on the surface, floating. I look upon the sky. I saw a shooting star, it is long and orange. It goes away in the darkness of the midnight. I smile, at last I feel happy and relaxed even when the effects are done. Maybe I don't need to use more shit. Maybe I really can be better on my own. I wish...