It sits there staring at you like a dog wanting to go for a walk. Its your drug of choice, your medicine, needed or not, your brain says ‘take it’ your will says no. Will you give in, or walk away? ‘Just one more time’ it screams, ‘You can walk away later’ but you know better. You know you cannot beat it. You walk up to the pill, and grasp it, holding it every so gently, remembering the feelings you have had before off this lovely little pill. The thoughts flow through your head like butterflies in the spring. The thought of taking yet another pill plague you with terrible thoughts. But, there is a part of you that can’t let go.