Can't sleep. It's two and I'm exausted. I can't sleep. I can't drink, I still feel last night. It might seem to the casual passerby that I can't keep trouble out from under this cloak. This isn't for me I think, channeling this feeling into key strokes. I have slipped back into uncertainty but it's only a temporary thing. Watching my breath dismantle itself in the cold morning air. Anxious but aware knowing this time how I got here. A slim chance at reviving old habits but I'm smarter this time I think I have finally realized that line. The one you observe in a third party way. You respect yourself by not crossing it, by being aware. I will find my way in this dying empires glow. I will sacrifice the pleasures you seek in the burning embers of street lamp glow and insomniac twitching. I really don't need this anymore and it makes me happy to know that. So here we go maintain the strength an will this bullshit out the window. I don't feel like punishing myself anymore. I think I'll build my self a home. It's without walls and mortar, bricks, wood or stones. It dewlls with me where ever I lay my head. A strong foundation of family, responsibility and song. I can take this feeling with me anywhere I go. Remind myself how rewarding soberness is.
Moving slowly along.
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