Ok last one I promise - pretty much got all of the amateur tweaker art urges outta my system now.

CHEMICAL DECEPTION

  Anticipation coursing through my veins, I prepare the first line to take.

  A wondrous spell has been cast; imminent euphoria awaits, wrapped in a childlike excitable state.

  Boredom, sadness, lethargy—such concepts are erased. To say it’s akin to sporting rose-tinted glasses would be an understatement to make.

  After some time, those initial feelings are subdued.

  I am unable to reach the same stars I had so effortlessly grasped before.

  The dragon, I chased to the precipice of madness, its tail only a fingertip away.

  If I am this close, I must persevere once more.

  I must soar a little higher, reach out that much further.

  Au contraire, now the stars appeared Lilliputian. Far into the horizon, the dragon had vanished.

  Icarus perished at the sun. My weary wings struggled to ascend the clouds.

  Shadows fill my peripheral, and voices fill my head. The once childlike joy I felt now spreads paranoia and dread.

  Once the spell had reached its course, the magic I felt could not be replaced.

It seems not even spellworking and sorcery transcended laws of gravity in this case.

  So should I leave behind all desire of reaching grander heights?

  Or do I dare test the chemical ceiling of euphoria one last time?