Once, few of my friends turned into something else. They were into the world of drugs.
Everyday was a challenge for them. Everyday they were on the run.
Their sniggers towards sober saints showed how deeply rooted they were in the world of dreams and the unconscious.
They told me that they see the world in a different way. In a way that no man can ever imagine.
With the rush and kicks of highness, they found a way to live, a way to survive.
By detaching themselves from this world of reality, it was obvious that they were losing everything slowly.
They decided to move out of their homes. To keep their highness going on without any distractions. They decided to quit education as they realized the meaningless happiness, success and knowledge this world of reality had to offer.
They were becoming what was known as the dark, the evil, the ill and the plagued.
People called them the junkies, the druggies, the hopeless and the faithless.
But..
In my eyes, they were friends who lost their directions.
In my eyes, they were young children who I used to play with at the playgrounds.
They will live on forever in the memories, the good memories of mine.
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R.I.P Nate, Dan and Jamie.
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