Mar 14, 2005 23:11
...be my pillow
take my head and let me sleep
in the coolness of your shadow
in the silence of your deep.
I'm freezing. And I'm sad, and I'm not altogether sure why.
I cut a few times last night, and I wasn't sure why then either.
::sniff::
Ah, my nose is fucking destroyed. I had a little too much fun on Friday... Spent a little too much money. But hey, I figure, now that I only do heavy-duty drugs once every couple months, I might as well shoot for the moon when I do. And yes indeed, I was flying high enough that I think I could've touched the moon. I didn't think I missed it all as much as I did. The search, the score, the people, the taste, the feeling... The feeling... Wow, did I miss it.
Funny how I didn't make a conscious decision to clean up my act. It just sort of happened.
I just sort of wish it hadn't.
But, sadly, it's Monday, and I'm back to my new baseline, reality altered only by the hazy layer of melancholy that always separates me from the rest of the world. Sobriety is overrated too.
where are you?
-- KT