in a nutshell.
society is clones.
we’re all misinformed,
we are alice in wonderland,
with skinny wrists and stories to tell.
we’re the person we accept, and
we never really figure out who we are.
i am, a fracture bone, not broken—
imperfect, demented and sore.
i lay in blankets,
in recovery,
in confusion,
inspired.
& those nights i shall never regret.
replace marijuana with your drug of choice and it’s all the same
a living hell,
if you go deep enough.
sincerely,
AddictÂ
stay true