i don't know where i am anymore.
or better yet, why i am (here).
writing upside down in a bible is a
cardinal sin.
even when committed unintentionally.
always supposed to be aware of
the sword's surroundings.
not hide, not skew, not disguise.
this is the only way the bible works,
fulfills it's obligation.
and i can't even get that right.
so distracted from an undetermined purpose.
thought i found my way once
and i gave so much there was nothing left
except an empty bottle of whiskey.
trying so hard to stand on my own two,
but there's nowhere to stand when
you're flailing about in the sea -
atlantic with a riptide.
watching the light show in the sky,
electricity dancing through the clouds -
knowing even lightning has the thunder.
and i'll always be alone
with my whiskey.
the one thing i should steer clear of.
so many bad choices
on repeat.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
i don't know where i am anymore.
or better yet, why i am (here).
writing upside down in a bible is a
cardinal sin.
even when committed unintentionally.
always supposed to be aware of
the sword's surroundings.
not hide, not skew, not disguise.
this is the only way the bible works,
fulfills it's obligation.
and i can't even get that right.
so distracted from an undetermined purpose.
thought i found my way once
and i gave so much there was nothing left
except an empty bottle of whiskey.
trying so hard to stand on my own two,
but there's nowhere to stand when
you're flailing about in the sea -
atlantic with a riptide.
watching the light show in the sky,
electricity dancing through the clouds -
knowing even lightning has the thunder.
and i'll always be alone
with my whiskey.
the one thing i should steer clear of.
so many bad choices
on repeat.
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