Hit and run accidents marinate well-nurtured gloom. Existential loneliness; a place where horror/pain abounds disguised as ecstasy in all forms. Menacing spirits beckoning me to experience one last hit. Courage screaming, melting into nonphysical senses. Fly with me on the decorated carpet tufted in dead dreams, destinies never reached. Embarking on my holy voyage, breathing air with a magnetic quality, splitting into particles. This is how the body feels as the soul departs.