SLECHTHART
who needs drugs when I can look in your eyes
There are many ways to escape, to drift beyond the weight of the world. Some seek it in substances, in the haze of something chemical, something fleeting. But then there are moments—quiet, electric, impossible to hold—that change everything without needing anything at all. A glance, a shift in the air, the way your eyes catch the light just right. It’s intoxicating in a way that can’t be explained, a feeling that settles somewhere deep and unshaken. No artificial high, no fading rush—just something real, something that lingers long after the moment has passed.
