One Saturday Night

I was surprised to find that i am not changed. I knew what it was like to trade my mind for a bowl, to set my senses on fire with just a few puffs. But i am no different , i didn't die or scream out. In fact i'm pretty much the same. Except i long for the feeling of no control ; locked within my self . I am afraid i unlocked a demon beast i want to ride long and hard till i am violently yanked off his back. no, i wasn't changed, i was burned in to deep longing for more crazy un control, I'm a little scared.