trip

bruised thighs, torn skin.
blank memory, fumes of alcohol.
unreturned phone calls, worried souls.
burning grass, poor deprived bodies.
irregular patterns, tangent to hell.
broken hearts, brewing sex-potion.
a series of lies, deceit and secrecy.
love is non-existent, only a figment of one's imagination.
expansion of mind, independence, transcendence.
or is it only a well-disguised debacle...

what is the purpose of this trip?

don't give up. love does exist.