When People Become Numbers
Wrote this in 2013. It’s pretty deep.
Month: August 2019
Perfection Found Us
Sudden instinct answers the question before a verbal response could even be constructed.
Looking for nothing
I have a question questions for all those fortunate souls that have “found themselves,” or those that can give the stale advice of “find yourself.” When did you know you were no longer lost? What mundane motherfucking second in your normal day did the thought hit you, “I am whole…”? I am so inquisitive to, […]
Gone tonight
Soft morning winds caress my face and toss the curls poking out of a careless bun. I hit a thinly rolled morning blunt and stare at the crisp blue water whirling in Lumi’s in-ground pool that helped clean. I’ve been here since my mother yelled “Sayonara!” I know she was drunk. I know I’m a […]
Foreshadowing
Apparently getting “clean” is all an addict has to do. Once the addict reaches the threshold of sobriety, it may promptly return to modern civilization and live out all the dreams it had before addiction. The trauma of said addiction shouldn’t linger, as the addict is clean and has zero healing left to acquire. This […]
Self-negligence
I chainsmoked 80 cigarettes in less than 3 days. Stress consumed me. My mind began to crumble, and I was aware of every second. I buzzed around for a week unnoticed before crashing into my own brick wall of a skull. I slept for 22 hours because it was healthier than being awake and thinking. […]
Devastation Alley
At the corner of Regret Lane and Disaster Avenue. Look for the cozy red glow of Foolish Spirits; I’ll be sitting at the bar.
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 