riseagainstrocks

These days

the screams only reach me when I’m sober. I need to move past this all. until than I guess I’ll only feel safe when clutching a bottle. what’s in it? who cares. I only wish to put it all behind me these days.

there is no more security in fleeting shadows. but I guess I am one myself. I am unsafe these days.

having to learn to speak again can become one hell of a hindrance, but I guess there is a price to pay for reckless behavior. does living count as reckless these days?

I can’t really make promises anymore. eternity is simply another place I won’t see. do I have nothing to swear by these days?

Coagulation is like a drug these days.

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