The smell of rotten grass, the sun burning on the back of the head - this is all sunstroke - remember? The eclipse has found itself, it happens. It’s twilight in your head, and you’re drowning in his eyes... a deep blue sea. You're suffocating. Never after a stronger high, even from drugs. You don't need to. He is your only drug... The smell of rotten grass. And the taste of cherries on the lips. Sandy, dry lips with the taste of cherry, and then for a long time the sand will crunch on your teeth, reminding you. It will remain a kink.