Where there is breath…

Beautiful #poetry. 😊👍

Flights of a Magical Bird

passions blush

Where there is breath

there is light

and the love

I have for you

grows

and deepens

in the stillness

where souls

collide

https://soundcloud.com/flightsofamagicalbird/where-there-is-breath

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Dying Addiction – Alternative Ending of Pot Smokers & The Powder Effects

After the finale of Pot Smokers & the Powder Effects, here is an alternative, or rather the original ending conceived before Second Chance. After realising that this version would make further events predicable, Second Chance was developed. It seemed rather predictable, but was also very tragic, made the concept quite heavy and depressing. It was a creative decision to develop a rather different, but unusual ending with Second Chance.

But anyway, with both endings released I leave the reader to interpret the concept of Pot Smokers & the Powder Effects for themselves. Hope you like it very much. Here is the original ending:

Oren slowly sat up with his legs lying straight in front of him, rolled his vest down over his stomach and sighed softly.

The burning sensation in his eye was still there, and still watery. It was bloodshot far more than in the other. He was cold from the torn open shirt, and strangely paranoid. He turned towards an unconscious Adele and tiredly crawled over toward her. The huge cat-head was gone, placing his finger under her nose he felt her breathing. He shook her softy but she remained unresponsive.

The second time he checked her breathing, he felt a sharp sensation pulsate around his heart, a stab of electric. His eyes grew to a glint of brim and then he took a deep, sharp breath. He darted his whaling eyes around her face, her high cheekbone, the edge of her nose, chin and then her lips. He’d seen her normal for the first time as he stared at her closed eyelids, waiting for them to open but… Adele was gone. He gently stroked her hair with his anxious hand, she was cold.

Now he crawled his way towards Camilla with grave trepidation, and she too was normal. His heart heavy under the weight of hopelessness. Drowned by grief. But there was a small pool of what seemed in the dark, like black blood under one side of her head. There was no exit or any open inflicted wound. He touched it and stared at his fingers, they were shaking. He quickly placed his finger under her nose like he had done with Adele, there was some nosebleed.

He had no idea of the consequences of their actions, considering what if everyone was back to normal. What would come of the after effects? Camilla had attempted to commit suicide not once, but for the 6th time today. Would she have died from this?
After checking her breathing again, Camilla had expired too. His eyes drooped as he stared at her soft face. His throat pressurised and heavy with ache, like when someone is about to cry. He had suddenly accepted losing Adele and Camila.

Oren began to cough, his mouth sprayed by traces of dark blood in an instant. Fatality had darkened his eyes now, deep down he knew what was to happen next. Gently he laid his head onto the ground, and began to stare at the black sky. The coughing suddenly had stopped. A glint of tear gently trickled down from his eye.

It was warping in and out of shape. His mind was a psychedelia induced blender throwing out hallucinogenic visuals from the night the incident had occurred. He felt like he was sucked into his mind. He watched the visuals unravel like he was watching a stop-motion, oil painting-like animated video by Carine Khalife on Vimeo. BLOWN MINDED from the album, Shapeshifting by Young Galaxy. He imagined hearing it, the beats, the lyrics.

How did I get to here? / A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements…

I believe there’s a meteor out there / With my name on it
Hurtling through space / And nothing can stop it

Oh, I was born blown minded / With an eye on oblivion

It continued for a few minutes, after which, he thought about Camilla and Adele. After some deep, slow breaths, his tired watery eyes began to close slowly as he fell unconscious. And then… he stopped breathing.

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 10

10. Second chance

Oren slowly sat up with his legs lying straight in front of him, rolled his vest down over his stomach and sighed softly.

The burning sensation in his eye was still there, and still watery. It was bloodshot far more than in the other. He was cold from the torn open shirt, and strangely paranoid. He turned towards an unconscious Adele and tiredly crawled over toward her. He felt a sharp sensation pulsate around his heart, a stab of electric. His eyes grew to a glint of brim and then he took a deep, sharp breath. The huge cat-head was gone, placing his finger under her nose he felt her breathing. He shook her softy but she remained unresponsive.

He darted his whaling eyes around her face, her high cheekbone, the edge of her nose, chin and then her lips. He’d seen her normal for the first time as he stared at her closed eyelids, waiting for them to open. The second time he checked her breathing, she was still breathing. He gently stroked her hair with his anxious hand, she was cold. For a moment he felt he’d lost her.

Now he crawled his way towards Camilla with grave trepidation, and she too was normal. But there was a small pool of what seemed in the dark, like black blood under one side of her head. There was no exit or any open inflicted wound. He touched it and stared at his fingers, they were shaking. He quickly placed his finger under her nose like he had done with Adele, Camilla was still alive despite there being some nosebleed.

He had no idea of the consequences of their actions, considering what if everyone was back to normal. What would come of the after effects? Camilla had attempted to commit suicide not once, but for the 6th time today. Would she have died from this? Oren began to cough, his mouth sprayed by traces of dark blood in an instant. Gently he laid his head onto the ground, and began to stare at the black sky. The coughing suddenly had stopped.

It was warping in and out of shape. His mind was a psychedelia induced blender throwing out hallucinogenic visuals from the night the incident had occurred. He felt like he was sucked into his mind. He watched the visuals unravel like he was watching a stop-motion, oil painting-like animated video by Carine Khalife on Vimeo. BLOWN MINDED from the album, Shapeshifting by Young Galaxy. He imagined hearing it, the beats, the lyrics.

How did I get to here? / A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements…

I believe there’s a meteor out there / With my name on it
Hurtling through space / And nothing can stop it

Oh, I was born blown minded / With an eye on oblivion

It continued for a few minutes, after which, he thought about Camilla and Adele. After some deep, slow breaths, his tired watery eyes began to close slowly as he fell unconscious. Unaware that the three of them would find themselves in hospital, in a comatose state for a few weeks, and that their x-rays came clear with no signs of the black particles. Whether if they had any recollection of this incident or not, only they knew.

But something miraculously had happened that night on the fields, they were sucked in a vacuum of hallucinogenic grip and survived. They were cured from the detrimental effects of the smoking pot.

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 9

9. giant, bulging belly

Dazed, listless eyes stared towards the black sky. Oren’s head was normal, removed from the huge head “condition”.

Despite his eyes wide open, Oren was unaware of what was going on around him. A ethereal feeling fell over his body as he laid on the grass. Glint of tear grew from his still scorching bloodshot eye.

Barely under his sight, he noticed a brightly glowing belly over his stomach. But he remained still, letting the moment pass. The belly began to bulge out towards the sky, the buttons on his brown checker shirt tore wide open from the pull, his white vest fell over his upper chest to reveal a yellow-gold shimmer of bump. Slowly like one inflating a balloon after each breath push until it gently spilt from his stomach like mitosis, with no pain. It was floating in the air above his stomach now, a giant yellow-gold ball.

He recalled what he had seen on the night of the incident. There was a faint cough he’d heard, and followed it through the woods. He saw a woman making her way towards the fields, but there was something unusually strange about her. Her body was warping. Distorting slightly. After a few steps she would emerge and reemerge, like a teleport jump kind of projection. Having smoked some pot, he felt hallucinated. What if this wasn’t happening for real?

She had been walking directly towards it, as if she was following something, like she was hypnotised. Then abruptly stopped, and waited. He’d remembered walking tentatively towards her when it happened. Before it crashed onto him. Her hand brushed along the dry leaves, just like she had done so today passing through the woods. It was Adele, it had to be her.

Oren lowered his eyes to see the bald being stood over him. Staring at him as it suddenly began to pull towards or inside of this giant ball to form into one, completely consumed. The giant ball then turned black with shimmering yellow-gold crater-like splotches, mimicking a different version of the moon. Then, it was gone.

Oren had no idea that after the “Meteor” had almost crushed him on the night of the incident, and Camilla had awoke to find it had disappeared. It had in fact, had been absorbed into him.

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 8

8. the yellow bastard thing

The hairless head of this thing warped over the surface of Oren’s eyes. Oren felt he was hallucinating. It was a shimmering yellow-gold, the whole of it.

A 7ft being. Unlike anything anyone could had possibly witnessed. Oren recalled Frank Miller’s Roark Junior a.k.a Yellow Bastard, portrayed Nick Stahl from the movie, it so looked quite like that. He had instantly stamped in his minds memory this label, Yellow Bastard.

A bare chest with a slightly chubby jelly like belly. It still seemed physically intimidating with brood shoulders, and bulky-like mass. It’s dark piercing eyes were fixated at Oren. A bulged stare as it leaned over Oren, it’s nose almost about to tap against his. Oren, Adele and Camilla seemed very much normal to it. A look of fatality fell over Oren, it began to darken his eyes. No one would believe him or even Adele and Camilla. It wouldn’t make any sense if they survived after this. What if they didn’t?

The being gently pulled the cigarette from Oren and begun the inhale a drag. A huge cloud of smoke came out from exhale. Oren’s frighteningly jarred eyes watched as the cigarette began to turn to yellow-gold stone. The entity opened it’s lips, and spoke out the following words with such fearful menace.

“Smoking the pot, were you?”

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 7

7. fireflies, Budweiser and powder effects

“The meteor crater’s still here.” Camilla claimed, as she smoked a thin, slow-burning cigarette.

Her eyes watery from the cold as she stood in her slightly loose brown military-style jacket. They were now out on the fields, stood on what was once the “meteor” crater left from the impact. Now there was grown fresh small blades of grass.

They had been carrying a large jar each through the woods with florescent fireflies concealed within them, now the jars laid on the ground. Instead of a flashlight, the fluorescent was their light. Oren and Camilla had trapped a few fireflies on the night they had been under the influence of the smoking pot, the Budweiser and when the incident had occurred.

Oren had almost finished drinking a bottle of Budweiser. Camilla inhaled as the cigarette smouldered slowly with a low crackling sound. Adele also wore a similar jacket over her cotton white t-shirt, with an imprint of Ellie’s face from the videogame, The Last of Us. Somehow, this seemed the same for them, the last of the illuminating pot heads.

Her large eyes staring at the illuminating jar held in front of her. Oren had been staring at her. She had been over his mind since he’d seen her brushed her hand along the leaves. Somehow, there was something of her own, something that struck him emotionally. A kind of loneliness to it. They waited silently without words, staring at each other. Oren felt his eye scorch with irritation, it was watery again.

“What are we exactly waiting for?” Oren threw a question at Adele.
“Wait.” She replied. Took deep, sharp breaths, and felt something deep in her gut. It didn’t feel normal.
Oren took a last sip of Budweiser and then hurled the empty bottle towards the bushes. Heard it crash and crack. Camilla exhaled long drifting clouds of smoke from her mouth, and then moved her cigarette towards Adele for a drag. She refused with a nod. Camilla handed it to Oren. He began to smoke from it as they waited.

Within the next few seconds Adele felt her stomach churn. She took a long sharp breath and held it, her belly was stiff now. Oren’s piercing eyes stared. Camilla turned towards Oren with her breath held back, she grew anxious now. Her heart didn’t pound but her body was shaking, slightly. Adele’s spine began to arch forward, her hands fell on her knees. Before Oren or Camilla moved closer towards her, she began to cough out yellow-gold powder, involuntarily. It was glowing. Her head began to shrink back to normal, the orange was gone after each cough. But her eyes were yellow-gold with smoke as she threw a quick hostile stare at Camilla and then towards the ground.

The powder sprinkled onto the grass, but unlike vomit, it suddenly was absorbed into the ground. Dissolved completely. Adele stopped coughing. She’d felt a whirling sensation grew over her, and abruptly she collapsed to the ground.

Just as Oren exhaled slowly and leaned forward to examine Adele, a large hand clinched over his shoulder. It wasn’t Camilla, as she stood still jolted from within with fright. Oren steered his head towards this hand-a bright yellow-gold. It was twice the size of his actual hand. His eyes had become dilated with disbelief.

Could it had been created from the powder, but the powder was gone?

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 6

6. side, or after effects?

Oren felt his eye grow watery and there was inflammation too.
Severely bloodshot and sore.

He knew vodka was corrosive and that it seared through the cornea of the eye, literally. But since the incident he had never felt this or even experienced it until now.

“What were you doing that night?” Oren asked, ignoring the irritation in his eye.
“There was this bulge around my throat. I believe I swallowed something. After which, I was following a voice… Like someone was talking to me.” Her insomniac eyes grew melancholic. Oren took deep and sharp breaths.

“What exactly were you doing in the woods, just before the fields?” Oren questioned strongly with sudden curiosity.
“Pot smokers and their miserable lives… Smoking the pot.” She recalled consumed by hallucinogenic euphoria, and continued.

“Consider it overdose.” Her eyes were watery after saying this. It struck Oren very hard that he was suddenly sympathetic towards her. There was a harrowing, loneliness feeling behind those words.

“How did you find us? Camilla came to realise what Adele had meant, she softly whispered.
“I haven’t slept for nights since… I’m experiencing side effects.”
“Side effects?” Oren was curious.
“Since the incident, and I know you both have too?” Adele confirmed.
“I’ve only just experienced an inflamed eye.” Oren replied, but he was very much uncertain.
“I’ve never experienced a nosebleed before… Until today.” Camilla mentioned after a pause from Oren and Adele.

“Adele, what have you been experiencing? What form of side effect?” Oren asked. He was solemn.
“I’ve been hearing that voice… It’s still talking to me. Right now.”
“A voice? Are you sure it was a voice?” Oren questioned.
“You mentioned hearing something that night… Maybe, its the same voice?”
“What if we were overcome by hallucinogenic euphoria, that this really isn’t happening?” Oren sounded uncertain. It sounded insane.

“I saw it almost crush you, the impact crater was still there.” Camilla answered, and then asked Adele.
“What happens now?”
“I need you both and myself to travel the fields again. Where we first came in contact with, Mr Meteor.”

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 5

5. confessions of the incident

Adele swirled the half filled glass of red wine, which she had not even took a sip from. She had been staring at her warping reflection on the surface of the glass.

Tilting her head slight down, her eyes grew large. Camilla was drinking a highball “screwdriver” – a cocktail mixture of orange and Smirnoff – Triple Distilled for Purity, Premium Vodka – No. 21.

“What were you and Oren doing there?” Adele asked.
“We were smoking pot. The two of us.” Camilla replied. The veins were there no more, but Camilla was still thinking about the nosebleed.
“Oren… Do you remembering seeing someone else beside the two of you?”
“I just don’t recall someone at all. At the site. Or even if there was a meteor or something, only that something dropped and buried me.” Oren recalled, as shocking as it seemed, or even unbelievable, the meteor spoke to him. No, it didn’t have a mouth or voice. It was like telepathy. A mental surge of words.

“… The strangest thing that I remember is something talking to me, before I fell unconscious. Or almost died.”
“What did it say to you?” Adele was curious.
“I don’t remember…”
“What of this do you recall, Camilla?”
“Oren had mentioned that he had seen something when we were in the woods. He told me to stay where I was and that he would go check it out.”
“What after?” Adele grew extremely attentive.
“I saw it crash on Oren, some sort of meteor maybe. I had rushed over to him to find him crush under it, and then something happened… When I leaned over, puffs of black ash smoke coughed over my face. I fell unconscious.” Camilla eyes grew teary.
Adele lowered her eyes, but Camilla continued.

“I saw something grow brightly over my closed eyelids. When I awoke… It was gone. The meteor. What was left was a meteor crater, and Oren. I thought we were hallucinating from the weed.”
“What part of all this are you a part of?” Oren questioned Adele firmly. She turned towards Oren now facing him. After a long deep sigh, she replied.
“I was there when it happened… On the same night, on the fields.” She continued.
“I’m the one you were following through the woods and into the fields.”

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 4

4. illuminating pot heads

He was in the cellar downstairs, overcome by hallucinogenic illusion. After having smoked heated subtending marijuana leaves from a drug pipe.

The whole place seemed excessively clouded with smoke. Eyes shut, Oren curled his head right and left like a worm’s wiggling locomotion, whilst listening to DEMONS from the album Trouble Will Find Me by The National. It played loud on his on iPod with an empty earphone jack. Oren was so in the mood for this.

I get this sudden sinking feeling / Of a man about to fly
Never kept me up before / Now I’ve been awake for days

I can’t fight it anymore / I’m going through an awkward phase
But I stay down / With my demons

His eyes snapped wide open, interrupted from the sound of the door bell upstairs. He turned round and found several floating light bulbs, absent heated filament wire. But florescent with the fireflies that were concealed within them, strangely, considering how the fireflies had come to be inside the bulbs. There’d be no way without cracking a bulb and even then, the bulb to seem as perfectly untouched as it did here. They generated the incandescent light.

Could Oren create delusions in a creative way, he thought. Change them, mould them or take control of such delusions? For a moment, he was distracted as he watched the glow from the circling fireflies. A second door bell sound rang, interrupting him again. He made his way past the bulbs and upstairs.

Oren edged into the room to find Adele sat with her backpack to one side, using her white bezel iPad, rested on a triangle-folded pink Smart Cover. She had been painting using the Paper (53) App, when she caught the sight of a huge bunny-head, staring at her. The edge of what seemed like brows grew together with curiosity. It brought to her mind the thought of Frank of DONNIE DARKO, only friendlier in appearance. Oren’s head was a illuminating lime green colour.

They’d waited for either of them to speak first. Adele watched as Oren spoke no but sat beside her and glanced at her sketch of her current self. She turned towards her sketch, and recalled the night on the fields when it happened. When Oren had followed her before it happened.

Camilla arrived to see huge illuminating heads staring at her, Oren and Adele. By this time Adele had sketched Oren beside her image. It was forming into something that resembled like THE ABBEY ROADS poster by The Beatles. Thick white pedestrian crossing lines-that looked like piano keynotes with herself (on the left), Oren (in the centre) and their huge balloon heads walking right to left. Hopefully, Camilla would soon be sketched, behind Oren (on the right). Oren had mentioned Camilla and had discussed the “meteor-shower” incident before she had arrived.

Right now Camilla’s head was pulsating, there were veins throbbing visibly but faintly. She had smoked a cigarette on her way to Oren’s apartment, and somehow knew something was really wrong. Probably some sort of side-effects from the incident.

“Are you ok, Cam? Oren asked curiously with his eyes narrowed.
“A broken iPod, is this her?…” Camilla slowly and calmly asked Oren.
“This is me, Camilla.” Adele replied, watching her. Camilla threw a hostile stare. Her head was exploding.

pot smokers, and the powder effects – 3

3. beaming adele calvert

She had been staring at her reflection in the mirror for quite some time, a huge orange glowing head with cat-like edges over her nose and ears.

Like it were a light bulb. Beaming potently from her large chocolate eyes was yellow-gold smoke. Smoking marijuana rolled up in a thin cigarette, there were clouds of heavy drifting smoke. Held in her other hand was a 4-inch barrel Colt Python with 5 empty chambers and one loaded chamber. She had flipped it rolling with her slightly shaking hand to a shuffle, and had no idea whether if she pulled the trigger it was an empty round, or a real brains blown bang.

This was CatOra (Twitter username), or Adele Calvert which was her real name. It would seem that she too may have been involved in or was a victim of the “meteor-shower” incident. Like Oren and Camilla, Adele too possessed a huge bright orange head. Hence, Cat-Ora. As her normal self, Adele was a pensively dark-eyed, dark brown-tinted-blonde haired young woman. A Sarah Shahi in likeness, narrow wide eyes and deep cheekbones.

She had recently connected with Oren via Twitter, after Oren had seen a Vlog of her mentioning the “meteor” incident on YouTube. He’d recognised in an instant when he saw her huge head, which seemed very much like his own evidently. That’s how he knew she had been a part of the incident. The LIKE or SHARE was out of the question. He left a comment though. Oren wanted to know what she had witnessed that night, so that it filled in the blank holes of not knowing what had exactly happened to him, and Camilla.

For the normal human being, her head seemed normal. But only Oren, Camilla and Adele could see their disturbingly huge glow heads, even in their mirror reflection. Adele had sent him a DM message, followed by an email, and today, Adele was about to meet Oren in person for the very first time. It had to do with the after effects from the incident.

She slowly placed the revolver to her head, and pulled her finger hard on the trigger. Nothing happened. Luckily, the chamber had rolled to an empty slot. But Adele had done this before, a lot earlier after the incident.

She pulled the trigger the second time, followed a flash and a deafening bang. Smoke escaped the muzzle. Instead of having her brains blown right out and spray the walls, that huge glow head of hers had swallowed the bullet one moment, then she opened her mouth and it fell out into her hand. It didn’t kill her.

She held the bullet in front of her, between her thumb and index finger and watched both the gun and the bullet fade away in a cloud of smoke. She wanted the delusion to come to an end now.