I wish I could stop, but I can’t. The gentle warm air breezing past my nostrils, the faint sweet scent of heated silicon filling my lungs, it calms me, soothes my shattered nerves.
I need it, that sweet nectar, the caress of the fumes. It makes me feel whole, like being safe in the womb once again, a rare comfort in this cold world.
I wish I could stop, but I can’t. The gentle warm air breezing past my nostrils, the faint sweet scent of heated silicon filling my lungs, it calms me, soothes my shattered nerves.
I need it, that sweet nectar, the caress of the fumes. It makes me feel whole, like being safe in the womb once again, a rare comfort in this cold world.
Don’t know whether to call it getting steamed or getting decked