When They Stop Pointing Fingers It Will Still Be You

Title this one "The Oh-So Sobering Thoughts of an Addict." Summarize it with the tag; "Everyone Is Looking For Their Next Fix." Spotlights, hearts, shuteye. It will not matter how you get it, or who you get it from. It is all the same when the shakes set in.

Sift through the cobwebs and time capsules in your head if you can. Find the smile that can be used as blueprints for all future counterfeits. Pinpoint the last time anything really meant something. Intelligence has never been a social affair. And it's obvious that you have an entire world of worry under that rehearsed image.

We are all strangers and this will be our story... For more information on this story, please open your text books to page zero...if you can find it.

This kid that's standing before you, picked up a pen and it has been his polygraph ever since. It screams honesty and draws truth. Read between every line, that's where you'll find him.

You and I know that the best conversations are the ones where neither of us has to say a word. So let's practice our awkward glances that will say more than our mouths ever will.

This world fits into 2 categories. The fixers and the fixed. But less like dogs and cats, and more like duct tape.

I'll admit that it's weird that I only spill my guts across the screen at night. As if the sleepy eyes won't ever see this. Like I won't get caught.

Sleep is nothing more than a forced objective, and it's often unfulfillable. Being awake is so draining. Everything that came before this sentence and the ones that will come after is pretty much the way I am at all hours these days. A cluster-fuck on a spin cycle. On this whole self-contained science project better known as earth, filled with billions of beating hearts, innocence can only last for a short period of time before it becomes ignorance.

Teach your eyes to lie. Save your voice for the big ones. You will find my conscience in the medicine cabinet. Happiness can be found a few isles over in the bargain bin, marked down and labeled 'as is'.

Isn't it funny how the games you grew up playing served as subtle foreshadowing for how it would all play out? Risk. Solitaire. Trouble. Sorry. And we've grown up, but the rules stay the same. I never bought Boardwalk though. I guess Mediterranean Ave. just felt more like home for me.

I look for the ladders and always land on a chute. This is you laughing at me as I fall down another one. One good win and you'll take it all. I wish there were still do-overs.

ForeverALeftover