So you said.

There’s a reason they call it getting wasted and it’s because it wastes your body, your time, your energy; all of your resources. Your becoming becomes unfaceable.

Between gloating and goading; constantly defending my position as sober, I become increasingly somber and disjointed in my regular haunts.

I surrender.

Staring them down in child’s pose with my mind’s eye; those bits of things too challenging to grapple with on a day-to-day basis.

I tackle the motherfucking shit out of my feelings.



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