the hopes. the excitement. the diaspora....
the dream. its death. i mourn, but i wont look back. i'll try. it's a process.
the way of pain, i must walk towards. the process of being sober again. free from all the things that intoxicate me with bliss. dreaming is addictive. too much of it leaves the user in a momentary state of "high". i need to be sober. it must be like chemo, painful. but
it needs to be done.
a process that usually ends up in a puddle of tears.
it's the equivalent of all the things i need to let go off.
a puddle of tears.