Addict

Don’t tell me there isn’t anything.

That you do more than you should.

There’s nothing?

That takes the pain away?

Not pain like a broken bone

But agony like having your brain bashed in

Does anything drown the banshee screams?

What is your secret?

What do you do just for yourself?

What do you smoke or drink or screw that makes you forget that life is painful?

Everybody has something

Think about it

Something to

Take the edge off

Wind down

Celebrate

Mourn

What is it for you?

Do you miss it?

I miss it.

I miss it every single day.

I miss it every single second.

I don’t have anything to miss.

It isn’t real.

Sometimes when I get off work all I was is to lay in bed

With you

With it

With them.

It is so comfortable

It feels like

Mashed potatoes

It feels like

A jacuzzi

It feels like

Home.

How could you give that up?

What’s worth experiencing?

What’s worth keeping the edge?

The best thing to do is let your feet dangle over

And slowly chip away

At the dirt and rock and clay

And let your legs dangle a little more

And a little more

But always careful to stay grounded.

Flirt with falling.

Chip. Chip. Chip.

Let yourself lose a shoe once or twice.

Come close

But not quite over.

It’s never over.

You don’t stop.

You just take a break.

On a break the rules don’t apply.

But rules aren’t for you anyway.

Rules are for people living average lives.

You’re exciting

You’re an adventure.

You’re rushing through the jungle

You’re dancing in the rain

You’re flying

You’re an anomaly.

You wouldn’t do it differently ever.

You’re living your dream.

Wake up

Wake up

It’s time to go.

You have to wake up.

“Five more minutes”

You might not have five minutes.

You need five minutes.

Five minutes could change the world.

You makes a choice

You make thousands of choices

Every day

But that’s the hardest one.

To sip or not to sip?

One drink couldn’t hurt.

It’s just sex.

I don’t do it every day.

I

Mean

How

Much

Could

One

Hit

Hurt