Die Writing


Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on June 19, 2010

Whiskey burns on the way down. It doesn’t hurt too much. Not enough to make me stop, anyway, but just right to be a distraction. It serves its purpose, momentarily shutting everything else out. I know, that doesn’t fix anything, doesn’t help. But sometimes – just sometimes – it’s to get away, forget, and not mind the world. Just a few seconds that are for me and nothing else. Forgetfulness… sweet forgetfulness. After all the time dealing with whatever it is, don’t I deserve a little break? For just a precious second?

And then another second. Just one more. It won’t be as good as the first, but it’s still better than nothing. Then another. Then another, and another, just to remind myself what the first one felt like. And another still…

There will always be more hurt. There will always be more whiskey.


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