16 May 2012
In life In everything I do I stumble through the muddier fields without plan or foresight I gamble not money but hope and stretch it out as far as it can reach into the distance until it snaps like a mousetrap sudden and painful and it breaks my heart
it worries me to think of those who love me worrying wondering of the next relapse or a phone call or a note on the kitchen table my blue face staring back in cold blood
WIP 2 • Opuss № I