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Intoxication

I am sitting around a hay of people, around them many write poems about their lost love and some write poems about what they see. But I never understand how can they claim to be intoxicated in love when they use marijuana to get intoxicated? They say their words describe them being intoxicated in love when all they write is because they are intoxicated in drugs. If it’s love what they intoxicate about then how is it the drug that make them high?

I say i am intoxicated by love. My love makes me so much intoxicated that i need no more of any other intoxicant for me. Why would I need any intoxicant ? Intoxicant is for those people who wants to forget their present and get lost in some other dilemma. Why would i need it when I want to stay the world where my lover breath. Yes I know many say we get lost in intoxicant because we want to assume being in love with that love but when we get intoxicant then our first love is nothing but that intoxicant. We became known on it. The drug becomes our love. We want to live about that drug. My drug is my love. How can I get intoxicant in something else when I have my love to get intoxicated with.

What is the intoxication of love they ask? For me it’s just simple two words MOTH SMOKE. What is moth smoke you ask? Moth is a bug that is attracted to light. Lets assume there is a dark room but there is just one candle that is providing the light. The moth will buzz around the fire and it’s light, will then get burnt and then again will buzz around it. It will keep moving around the fire and will keep getting burnt until the fire consume it and when it get burn completely in fire then smoke that rises is called MOTH SMOKE. Me, I am that Moth and my love is that Fire. I will keep intoxicating with until I am consumed by the love and all that is left is my love and a smoke which concludes my intoxication in my love. I need no drug to conclude my intoxication with love. Why do they?

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