Fill your lungs

I realized a long time back when my heart broke down and I felt like I lost control that I’m happiest when I’ve lost all faith in anything good happening. When good and bad is as random as a substance abuse fueled night out, alcohol especially.

We fuel ourselves with drugs by the hour with caffeine in the day, drugs in the evening, and miserable thoughts in the twilight.

This isn’t a sad post, I just wanted to pour my thoughts onto “paper” and give myself a constant reminder that no matter what I’m feeling, it’s just an altered state of consciousness and just as flippantly as I am feeling lost, I’ll just as randomly feel joy and it’s probably not worth getting worked up about.



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