Addiction

I wished that side note
Was closer in my grasps now, touching
Wrinkled paper made of cotton.
The water from the ceiling, leaking
Down.
Onto smoldered chalky white paper,
Dripping
The side table edged closer to the bottle
As my sense of right and
Wrong
Evaporated into musky sky, clueless
To the sounds around me
Like the walls closing in
A beautiful extension of my brain cells,
Wistfully taking place.