it was never my intention to brag

theres whisky fermenting in my carpet fibers

plant residue in a pipe in the top drawer

some crushed particles on reflecting glass

and chemicals permenantly fused with my nerve endings.

my passion is evaporating. a dry well. sometimes we have to make sacrifices, and i realised mine is myself. it may not be the correct way about things, but im not looking for an easy way out, of anything. challenge, and discovery and lessons, now that is worth a little me sacrifice. so i just bite my tongue.

and everything spells itself out accordingly.

i mean, its taken me this far hasnt it?

so much more to learn.

love.love