she's like heroin.
It's only addiction that keeps us alive. Day in and out we fuss and shout and question our morality. But with every breath that's laced with death my mind further slips away. It's all just happening and yes, sometimes, it scares me. When being right is far worse than being wrong, why the optimism? Those alley ways are far away now, thinking in distance. But, in just thinking, I'm still walking those streets; half-drunk and full of patience. It was calming then, and it's calming now. And yes, I know she likes heroin, it's just a thing we do and do not say.