Herbs, Roots, and Berries.

The short story about a pony, and his struggle with an addiction as told through his journal.

It really is a simple concoction, a few leaves, roots and berries mixed together.
It's something that conjurers a feeling I just can't explain. You would have to try it to know where I stand.
It makes me feel alive.
It's killing me slowly.
And I just can't stop myself.
My name is Burnt Oak, and I'm addicted to something deadly.