In Life We Often Look To Others

Addicts, As A Group, Generally Score Far Above Average O Intelligence Tests. Why? You Tell Me. I Guess Maybe We're Smart Enough To Have Figured Out How Shitty Things Are And We Decide Addiction Is The Only Way To Deal With It.

I Felt Like I Had Lost Something. But Not Something Silly, Like My Keys Or My Gum; More Like My Arm Or My Foot, Something That Really Mattered. Like Something That I Could Live Without, But Would Make Life Much Harder If It Were Missing. And Life Is Hard Enough. Life Is Hard Enough With Everything We're Given.

But That's Part Of Faith. Believing And Knowing Despite What Other People Say, And Despite What The World Might Think Of Your Beliefs.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

I'm Tired Of Making People Sad And I'm Tired Of Disappointing Them And I'm Tired Of Seeing Them Break. I Have Seen This Too Many Times. He Will Be The Last.