It was out there, flowery and lovely. I felt the need to approach and smell it. I am suddenly being addicted to it. Caressing my thoughts and my emotions, I’m not sure if I can handle it. My mind says “no” but something else is telling to continue. The swirling and dancing made me feel like in ecstasy. It slowly creeps into my body. I know it won’t be any good but I keep on consuming it. At this early I can tell, I could possibly be dead soon. I can’t stop, every sniff makes me high and every high makes me crave for more. Poison ivy has captured me.