1. Fuck is a Four Letter Word.

    November 1, 2016  |  1 Comment

    The handcuffs have come off, and my wrists hurt for a while. As time moved on, the pain dissipated.

    I’m free now.

    Now what?

    Broken glass laying on the floor. The pieces dispersed. It just slipped from my hand.. I think. Did I drop it on purpose? I can’t tell. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and the tip of my finger feels so wet. Is that from me? I look down and see a trickle of blood. I don’t feel the pain, I don’t understand. I’m not understanding much. My head is spinning, and my conscience¬†is weighing heavily on my shoulders. I’m doing it alone, and I’m okay with that. I’ll be okay with that. My mind is my sanctuary, but with two contrasting characters.

    Put a smile on your face and fight your way through it. But it’s so lonely at the end of the day. We all need to be dependent on something don’t we? Work, love, drugs, sex, alcohol, music, art. We live drug infused lives.

    “There’s some pain that you don’t share. Some pain like your fingerprints that’s all yours. All alone.”

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