[ CW ] Show me an alcoholic , without using the word alcohol ( or related words ) .

Sanity began to slip under the influence of the waves, and with every wave, there was less sand sticking to the solid rocks. Less hindrance to prevent the waves from smashing against the hard surface with all of their merciless might and soon blindness began to descend upon the scene. Colours began to mix and his skull was finally cracking; his eyes were watering to let the waves slip through the internal fantasy and seep into reality. In tidal motions, his mind seemed to abandon the shore of rationality and swim towards the chemically inflicted island of endless possibilities. Energy seemed to be limitless and buttons ripped open as the heat increased, feeding off the adrenaline of the moment to fuel his desire to express his most intimate secrets. 
 
 Act upon them, rather than just let slurred and intermingled words to quench his dry lips. 
 
 Everything shook with his growing anticipation and his heart leaped into an episode of inhumane convulsing while his tongue absorbed the ichor of truth inside his mouth. 
 
 The floor suddenly seemed too close and his world turned upside down. Trusting the artificial paradise had always betrayed his balance and soon, he would be wrapped in the dark embrace of his ceasing bravery and optimism. The two elements he needed to survive a world where his life was doomed to suffer a mere existence, and the desperate fumes of their departure was all he had left.
