This one, is for no one. No one, in particular. I would just like it to be known that the only influence I’m under is that of my unrelenting mind. The influence of my confused and maddened thought process. Constantly reminding myself, there is reason in madness, Nietzsche said it himself.
My pen relieves a heavy burden. One, which I ignore, only noticed when the ink seeps into the paper. I’m addicted to caffeine, cigarettes, words, and phrases. I’m addicted to metaphors, similes, and carefully crafted sentences. I’m addicted to philosophy, books, and empty pages. I’m addicted to life. And for me, that is where addiction stops. In my eyes, experimenting means writing a short story instead of another song, not ingesting something new. My life is defined by my art, my thoughts, and my words. Creating with a sober mind lets me take full credit for these things. I’ve never had to share the credit for my creativity with a bottle of Jack Daniels or the THC content in my brain. I’m not dismissing any gain one might experience under the influence of any external substance, and I would never condemn another’s lifestyle, I’m merely describing my own. Many pride themselves on moments they live under the influence; I’m priding myself on the moments I live above it.
So, to all of you reading this,
Keep your substances; I’d take my tortured fits of insomnia, my pens, and my notebooks over them any day. Because, you see, those substances may reveal a fucked up side of you, but the words I write reveal a much more fucked up side of me.
I don’t do drugs, I am drugs.
My pen relieves a heavy burden. One, which I ignore, only noticed when the ink seeps into the paper. I’m addicted to caffeine, cigarettes, words, and phrases. I’m addicted to metaphors, similes, and carefully crafted sentences. I’m addicted to philosophy, books, and empty pages. I’m addicted to life. And for me, that is where addiction stops. In my eyes, experimenting means writing a short story instead of another song, not ingesting something new. My life is defined by my art, my thoughts, and my words. Creating with a sober mind lets me take full credit for these things. I’ve never had to share the credit for my creativity with a bottle of Jack Daniels or the THC content in my brain. I’m not dismissing any gain one might experience under the influence of any external substance, and I would never condemn another’s lifestyle, I’m merely describing my own. Many pride themselves on moments they live under the influence; I’m priding myself on the moments I live above it.
So, to all of you reading this,
Keep your substances; I’d take my tortured fits of insomnia, my pens, and my notebooks over them any day. Because, you see, those substances may reveal a fucked up side of you, but the words I write reveal a much more fucked up side of me.
I don’t do drugs, I am drugs.
-Salvador Dali
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