✤ This ain’t nothing to relate to
┋Been gone for so long I might have just found God
Well probably not, if I keep my habits up┋
He barely had any consciousness left to spare, as his mind drifted aimlessly drifted into nothingness. He had tried his best to finish writing that letter as a sort of catharsis. But every time his thoughts crossed into that realm, the pain, the anxiety, excruciating, came in bellowing. The joint helped with that at first. The cocaine pushed out a few more words. The heroin nearly finished it, but the bourbon took the crown. Oh, and what a crown of glass, to so effortlessly shatter at those final words. But then again, shattering was just another one of his habits.
✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support.