Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly ..all your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
My world in all its simplicity and madness is one where opiates coarse through my veins at a constant pace..my siamese-like twin companion. If one is accompanied by something long enough it becomes second nature.
Almost.
I write to keep in touch with myself..to gauge just how deep down the rabbit hole I’ve gone..I’m going.
I grow tired of this addiction.
My life..though filled with many loving people has been mostly a trip taken alone..on my own and by my side (again by choice).
And that’s my truth.
So take my hand then and have a look..I don’t bite..not on a first read anyway.
Get ready..the following is the bullshit that dreams are often times made of.
Follow me home to:
