Thoughts become feelings
Through the trauma and the pain
Gingerly we tread
Image: pixabay – alwhitbeck
Genius, I am not
I’ve faked my way through a lot
You’d never know it
Spicy chili stews
Fresh bread and butter nearby
Where’s the sour cream?
Your substandard lies
Got you snagged between the lines
Only the best shine
Don’t worry your head
You know, we all end up dead
Damn that blood and bread
Oh, your wretched soul
Martyrdom sure takes its toll
On your bleeding soul
I prefer coffee
Over any kind of tea
Hey, but that’s just me
I love my coffee
Especially when I write
Stronger is better
Tea can be good, too
But only when it is green
Caffeine either way!
Wretched and sorry; blank stare
Last one; I promise
Gosh, there were so many times I cried that it was my ‘last one.’ And I meant it every time I said it, for sure.
But the next day would come and after all the puking and the hangover and the shame, I would forget about the bad times and remember the good.
So there I went out the door, to the local bar to do it all over again. Only this time I swore it would be different. This time I would drink something else. After all, it wasn’t a drinking problem I had, it was a vodka problem I had. Oh, and maybe if I did some ‘other stuff’ while I drank, things would be better…
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. So, in my defense, I was completely insane. What sane person would continue behavior that led to bad outcomes? How could anyone think I was in my right mind after puking my guts up in the bar bathroom and walking out and back over to the bar for another drink?
Traditional drunk. I was anything but.
I am still busy with school work! Midterms are next week. Philosophy class is going well and I am enjoying the discussions. My CIS (computer information systems) class is interesting. I know a lot about computers, but am learning more about Windows and Office 2016.
Hope everyone had an awesome weekend! I will see y’all around blog town. ❤
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