I walked the land
Eyes wide shut
Bumping into reality
In between highs
It was never
All flying fairies
And pink elephants in tutus
It was more like
Chapped lips
And constant headaches
Fights with my wife
About my constant relapse
It was real...
The fights I had with myself
And the ones I had with her
My inner turmoil
Leaving me more bruised
Than her fists on my back
Trying to beat some sense into me
A lot of fighting
A lot of inner searching
To find my peace

© Les T

day 1 | 19 September 2011