We knew it wouldn’t last long with the two of us.
While I was indeed an adventurer, an Alice in Wonderland and behind the mirror, someone who loves to live in the fast lane, I too would have to meet my master. Our love was thus a race against time; it would happen soon; at 180 miles per hour into the wall, in madness, in ecstasy, in psychedelic delirium.
Who doesn’t know it, you know it won’t end well with us,
we won’t last long, it’s doomed to fail, but the scent of the other, the kisses, the sweat, the extreme, the desire is greater than reason. These are the best, the most interesting, and the most moving encounters in our lives.
It took no more than 48 hours and we parted ways battered and paralyzed: disoriented, expressionless, empty, abandoned. But what happened in those 48 hours was a journey through our own wonderland. We are all mad here, echoes in my ears. Hold on tight!, now we are the night. Everything pulls together, it accelerates, it takes off directly and without warning. No goal in sight, no end in sight, adrenaline in the blood, head in a full frenzy. It comes without warning, it overwhelms you. Everything goes so fast, my angel of the night wants to know, doesn’t waste time, time is our personal hell on earth, why take time when so much awaits out there to be discovered by us. My angel falls around my neck, clings to it and has no intention of letting go. You have now reached a point where it says: let it happen or let it be! I let it happen. My neck became the breeding ground for the parasite, it doesn’t kill you, but sucks all your strength away. He was the dealer, I the junkie. Chocolate, orange, chocolate, chocolate, caramel, chocolate, mango, chocolate. That’s how it is in a frenzy, you perceive, but not really. You want to articulate, can’t manage it, stammer out single words: sweet, extreme, disgusting, divine, twisted, overwhelming, suffocating, disastrous, addictive, heavenly, art, unique, paralyzing. I am scared, not panicked fear, but the feeling that something is about to happen. This can’t last long, we are made for each other, we love each other, in the now and here we love each other, it needs nothing more than us. My body temperature rises, Angel reacts directly to this change, beads of sweat form, Angel reacts. No matter what I do, there’s a counter-reaction. I stagger, he staggers. Everything around me is forgotten, in our world sweetness, chocolate, mango, orange, alcohol, intoxication reign. It doesn’t decrease, from hour to hour it increases, more of everything. I have no clear view, Angel envelops, embraces, dominates. I am submissive, I obey, I wear the blindfold, I let it happen, let them do with me as they please. Angel has me and my reins in his hands, who carries whom here, who is the ruler here. Whoever decides to get in gives everything out of their hands right at the entrance. Here the roles are clearly defined. Not you, but he is the center. You are the audience, he is the star. You let yourself be used for his purposes, but you just do it, let it happen. Meanwhile, we were moving towards the exit, faster and faster, deeper into rum, into dark chocolate, into decadence, into dependence on each other. Much too dazed, I don’t perceive the hectic driving, time doesn’t matter, what is time when I have this here.
A full 48 hours later, I open my eyes, I have arrived, I have gone through the mirror, for everything was upside down, no, it wasn’t really upside down; it was the car that flipped over. Angel lies next to me, I next to him. I free myself from the car, I feel sick, I can’t hold on, I have to crawl, a sweetness surrounds the whole place. How did we get here... what happened?... why are we lying here? I smelled a sweetness that can only be described too well in thrillers, a rotten sweetness, an eerie sweetness, sweetness from flesh. I set off, not looking back once. That was madness, that was life, in a frenzy, psychedelic, awesome, unrestrained, terrible.
You only experience that once in a lifetime, you take it with you, never forget it, but there won’t be a second time for us.
LA
GirlofNow
Licorice
