There are some days I sleep,
There are some days I weep.
It’s hard to even put it in words or rhymes when I just want to say what’s on my mind.
Made it to day 6 before desiring to go into a euphoria in places I shouldn’t be. I really wish I could say more…though the words leave my mind, my heart will always be traumatized.
It’s not easy forgetting and it may be dumb from your POV putting myself in those positions of soul and character breaking—It’s been cemented in my head, that needs breaking, that a dog needs to be muzzled in silence when all I want to do is Howl to the blue moon rising.
**remember if you’re in recovery and you have a slip: time doesn’t start over; the clock just paused because it ran out of batteries. Switch those bad boys out and continue shining.
I know I know, I should take my own advice but what makes me happy is knowing you are happy. 
