RaspberrySwirl
Bluelighter
well, i haven't been in here in awhile, thought i'd drop in, see what's happenin in the o.d....and give a li'll update for whoever's readin this crap.
i moved away from the town of my demise, came home, figuring if i couldnt make it without here, i wouldnt make it anywhere and i could give myself permission to let go of any small part of myself that cared about life, i could throw in the towel and just say, "yup, i'm a junkie. i like being high, so high i shall try to remain" but i found myself back home, and my life is starting over...i find myself choosing life, indeed. but it's more difficult than even i imagined. i think about it as often as men supposedly think about sex. the real bitch of it is, i relize it's something you can't even hold on to.i can taste it and smell it, but i can't remember it..i want to use it again to remember it, because there is no high like it for me. no memory is good enough, and it's the knowledge i cannot take away now. i want to feel wrapped up in it's warm embrace, but i have been here almost two months and everytime i am drivin around and think of trying to find some, i drive as far from the city as i can, to give myself the moment i know i need to reconsider getting on the roller coaster again..and i seriously surprise myself, i have not looked. i hope everybody's doin ok....wish me luck kiddies. i wonder if i'll ever not have to fight for freedom from smack???
peace, love and bean salad...Lara
i moved away from the town of my demise, came home, figuring if i couldnt make it without here, i wouldnt make it anywhere and i could give myself permission to let go of any small part of myself that cared about life, i could throw in the towel and just say, "yup, i'm a junkie. i like being high, so high i shall try to remain" but i found myself back home, and my life is starting over...i find myself choosing life, indeed. but it's more difficult than even i imagined. i think about it as often as men supposedly think about sex. the real bitch of it is, i relize it's something you can't even hold on to.i can taste it and smell it, but i can't remember it..i want to use it again to remember it, because there is no high like it for me. no memory is good enough, and it's the knowledge i cannot take away now. i want to feel wrapped up in it's warm embrace, but i have been here almost two months and everytime i am drivin around and think of trying to find some, i drive as far from the city as i can, to give myself the moment i know i need to reconsider getting on the roller coaster again..and i seriously surprise myself, i have not looked. i hope everybody's doin ok....wish me luck kiddies. i wonder if i'll ever not have to fight for freedom from smack???
peace, love and bean salad...Lara
