I died in Winter, was born again in the Spring, and died once more in the Summer.

Act I
The stage is set
White Wisconsin snow turning the landscape into grey Wisconsin Winter
Darkness
The snow, the cold snow;
Falls from above continuously
Piles high upon the lawns
Packs tight among the concrete and feet
I watch it fall
I watch this transformation from behind the gaping mouth of the garage door
Winter coat bundled tightly around me as I'm slumped in a folding chair
Preparing the Ritual
Madness Madness Madness
Inhale

Act II
"A mirror is your best friend.", I mumble as I watch you snort three consecutive lines of white powder off the reflective surface. "Did you say something?", You ask wiping residue from your beautifully shaped nose. "Nothing important. The snow is melting.", I reply. We sit silent for longer than a moment and finally you break it. "Why do you Love the drugs?"
"Do you mean besides it being fun?"
"Of course, that's a given. I asked why you Love them not enjoy them."
I look like I think hard about the question as I pick up my coffee mug and take a sip, looking reflective, but of course I already know the answer right away.
"Because there is no reason for this life, there is no eventual pay off after you die. Therefore, life is a lot of work for pretty much nothing. I guess you could call me a hedonist but it just aides in putting up with everything."
As I'm finishing my sad little speech, I take note that you are no longer there.
"You never were.", I remark to the empty room as I put the pipe to my mouth and try to forget I ever Loved you.

Act III
Exhale
My breath is heard within my head as I stare at the vibrant pastels of this sickened Illinois Summer
The smoke leaves my lungs and moves with the breeze
It's time here is no more meaningful or stimulating than anything else
I've walked through a million spider webs
None slow me down unless I allow them
The Grass. The Clouds. The River.
They all call to me
Just as the dirt below me whispers
How it always does
Selling me, telling me not to stay