not drinking wings, although that would be nice.
can't type. never could.
hope will float up, i think it does.
31 years and i figured one thing out
you have to believe in yourself ... u really do.
bc no one else can. What they believe in
is their perception of you...
and it is very likely..well... Wrong.
What goes around comes around, and yeah
i did some dumb things.
ususally bc i was afraid
of the truth.
Can't tell the truth..dont know what it is.
Isn't the truth just whatever you want to hear?
no? oh.
well i have magic mirrors sewn into my skin
and what i am
is whatever you want me to be.
but that spell wont last very long.
and when it wears off..
you say, "i never want to see you again"
and the bad thing...
the bad thing is
i understand.
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Nice site. I love the poetry and artwork. Beautiful stuff. You have an amazing talent.
Thank you so much!
i see you put drinking wine first. that's what i do. i stop drinking for a while, then go back to drinking wine. but i never feel too good about that.
in my dreams lately, i think about drinking wine and doing my old drug. i haven't had these dreams in a long time.
i know that had nothing to do with YOUR post, but i just needed to write it.
chinaski's comments are right on target!
oh, your dreams can tell you so much. and haunt you something awful. i dreamed about scales twice. and thought about your scale post.
the number on the scale worked its way in my dreams.
yeah, hours after this Truth post i was puking wine in the back yard. 4:30 am. thinking why do i STILL do this to myself. STILL. WHY?
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