Posting is a hard time for me as I have posted myself in a T shape martyr for the benefit of my own well being. My own ego stroke. No more.

Not for the last few years.

My mental health sings sober for the first time.

I have become boring.
I am no longer a woe.

I am smoothed brain.
A Normal-Bob.

I tried to be somebody through words and ended up with nothing to say.

My cliche is showing where I thought my heart would be.

Today I am happy. Tomorrow too.
I’m willing to try again.

This sober love affair with words.

No cheating with a drink or a smoke.

It’s just me and the world now.

We are polluted but in love.

It’s worth trying.