ghosts & admissons

You don’t know nothing about redemption…you don’t know nothing about recovery.

Pressing your back against a cold brick wall, the snow crunching beneath your feet, trying to balance yourself on the balls of your feet. Long and silent flights home with deafening confrontation pounding in your mind. Empty hotel rooms filled with regret and guilt festering on every surface. Looking over an unfamiliar city and watching it turn hostile before your eyes. Forever having disgust attached to memory, forever avoiding eye contact with those you love. Having apologies ring in your ears that never meet your lips. What can I say?

Sometime your body take you places you didn’t plan on going.

posted by El Chupacabra @ 3:45 PM