Reflecting on old notebooks
a sense of pride
hope
and clarity
Remember the dark nights
they still continue
but without the substance
remember the addiction
Pour it out
split it up
straighten it out
take turns
So quick to indulge
we could feel it in our brains
before we even took it in
Anxious
We like the feeling
and know it well
Now theres a bit more time
in the world
when you work a bit faster
Pause
Remember to breathe
Take a moment before the
next one
next one..
next one..
next one..
wheres the next one?
I’ll get lost in those eyes
and this cocktail if I’m not careful
Painfully beautiful melodies
memories stain my fingertips
What have we become?
Are we really so bad?
….Aren’t we all pretty fucked up anyway?
When will I stop this nonsense.
Circa 2008