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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
….slap the s*** out of you.
People will push you, if you let them.
Disregard you, with intention.
Get upset at you, if you address them.
Then question what went wrong when it was them all along…..
Heart racing eyes gracing, presently.
You and me all we need, memories.
Love will save us.
Chaos happening sky falling, sickening.
Together we remain, happily.
Love will save us.
Where do you start?
The urge to move forward but the fear of where to go.
The frustration begins and slowly takes its toll.
Eating you alive from the inside you panic.
Wondering how to contain this endless manic.
In every direction, running every which way.
The course grows longer day after day.
Only those who endure finish as they patiently wait.
No matter how tough or what fears come their way.
Just a couple of minutes to think of what’s next.
Time is limited so you better be quick.
More valuable than gold.
Worth more than money.
It’s all we have, but we think we have plenty.
We share it with those we love and even some we don’t.
We can’t get it back no matter what.
Enjoy what’s left because it will run out.
Stop wasting my time.
Daily unconsciousness, we cease to exist a normal life of plots and twist.
Living in a world where life is taken for granted.
In a second life is lost no second chances.
The devil is after your soul, while angels persuade you otherwise.
It’s crazy when you know what’s right but you choose what feels good inside.