White Magic A Story Of Heartbreak

Inhaling a tiny bit of melted brown powder off a strip of aluminium foil made me feel god-like. It was homecoming, it was completion, it was Kevlar for the soul. Nothing from the real world got through that. Not fear or sorrow or disappointment (nor joy or meaning either, but at the time I didn't care about all that).

Inhaling a tiny bit of melted brown powder off a strip of aluminium foil made me feel god-like. It was homecoming, it was completion, it was Kevlar for the soul. Nothing from the real world got through that. Not fear or sorrow or disappointment (nor joy or meaning either, but at the time I didn't care about all that).