Traffick

A chat With the Grim Reaper should be enough to scare away any thought of relapse. Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversing with death can disintegrate the claws of addiction.

the past will influence your future, but it doesn't have to destroy it.

What I’ve learned is just how resilient love can be. You can beat it, pound it into pulp, but killing it is hard to do.

What I am is in love with you. What I've learned is just how resilient love can be. You can beat it, pound it into pulp, but killing it is hard to do.

There are more imperfect diamonds than flawless stones. So, what the hell? I'll give it a try, and do my best to keep moving forward.

When we were little, I looked up to her, but she outshone me in every way, and after a while it got old taking the backseat to her well-earned accomplishments. I chose silent resentment in favor of expressing my feelings, and that was a mistake.

We promise to keep in touch, knowing our separate journeys make it unlikely, that the erosion of affection is hurried with distance.

Once you've immersed yourself in ugliness, wallowed in it, sponged it up and internalized it, you can't cough it back up and spit it out. It becomes hard to find beauty in anything. No matter where I look, I find evil lurking. A monster sleeps inside every man. Cop. Mechanic. Minister. It doesn't matter. I can see the beast he hides.

Love wasn't meant for people like you and me. You have to be strong and brave to fall in love. And maybe a little stupid.

... In a place where dreams too often die, sucked dry of hope by a city that celebrates sin in favor of love.

Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversing with death can disintegrate the claws of addiction.

Need rises up from a bottomless well of longing, a whining so insistent no amount of willpower can force it silent.

I chose silent resentment in favor of expressing my feelings, and that was a mistake.

There's a lesson here, and that is I have to find happiness inside myself before I try to partner again.