sober

who wants to be on crutches their entire life? who wants to end up bored with their own mind? it's like escaping into a prison of your own choosing. even the dirtiest of sponges need a good rinsing and drying. or else it rots from the inside out. it's called failure. and even if no one sees, you cant escape your own stench. i like my indulgences to be just that. if it becomes more frequent than not, it no longer becomes highs and lows, it becomes today and tomorrow. acceptance doesn't abolish the action. and action does not abolish perception. its easy to create waves in your ebbing tide pool. vilify yourself. emulate yourself. bury yourself. dragging their cornea across the paper is the only way they can feel the grit of your narratives. and even if a few of them manage to blow away the smoke and see right through your two way mirrors, well then, they are already a part of the piece of you that you will never own.