Retrospective by the spoonful.

A misunderstanding as if our choice of recreation was driven by need, not free will. Has what we have chosen to become the only thing we know? If a change of location were to take place, would our cells need this recreation with out the once good humor of it? If I were to wonder among sober personalities, would I be able to sit and be fit as if I were alone watching t.v? has the fun of what came from a sport of chemicals changed into monotony and need?

A misunderstanding of what person, fiend, and monster are, in relation to the activities they enjoy. The misunderstanding may be the fact that this game has given all it can. (but only doing so after catching us) time is what determines chage. In a chemical fit, we are changing in mind and structure. Have these changes been for the best? (no) Has this recreation manifested its self so far that everything but our dope is unappealing? To wake up and enjoy whats around us, has in my eyes become a chore.

A wish: to not feel the structural defect of one’s cells that our recreation has made. To obtain a degree of normal.