We have joyous moods as the party continues. Slowing to grieve as we hide our faces from ourselves. We get drunk on whiskey then travel to the riverside. Looking down at the black water trying to understand the thoughts in our mind. Confusion and fear and doubt if this life will end. As long as the alcohol continues to flow so does the price we pay to the creator of our misery. We paid the price. Take what you paid for. Paid for with our Flesh,Blood,Soul and Brain. End up in limbo or the cemetery. Going back for more is fuel on the fire. Addictions is a pleasure palace of grief inside our twisted minds. With a strange sense of loyalty. Skull and crossbones buried into our soul. Going back to the scene of horrors. Free ourselves from the tyrant addictions is. We become squeezed and twisted and shaped into an unfamiliar person. To obey unbearable commands. To live in the future struggling to find an escape. Reaching for the Bible desperate for Jesus to save us.
With this joyous beginning. This party never ends.
see ya’ next time
