You’re innocent until proven guilty,
Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
I’ve seen how cigarettes went from being advertised in every type of media to being something found to be deadly… they can’t kill me no matter how many of them I smoke but I’ve seen humans die from smoking them… if I were you I would stop smoking them.
My heart pounded annoyingly in my ears, and it was getting harder to stay focused. I’d almost gotten trapped in here, and now I’d come back. Sometimes I did have truly terrible ideas.
Helplessness didn’t have to be my identity, I wasn’t condemned to it. I was willing – able – to change. Our enmeshment had been enabled by my belief that I needed [my mom] to help me, to take care of things for me – and to save me – but, back in the home where I’d learned this helplessness, I found I no longer felt that I was trapped in it.
He roars, “What have you done?
The waves thundered still onto the beach the next morning and Davy spent a good hour watching them pound the sand. It was therapeutic. He didn’t know which he identified with more – the surf, raging against immovable stone outcroppings, or the rocks, taking enormous punishment without being able to strike back
it was times like these when a man in a desperate situation must take whatever madness is offered to escape the darker madness in which he finds himself trapped.
The mirror’s light sparks in the eyes,
And horrified, my lids drawn tight,
I step back to that realm of night
Where not a single exit lies…
(Untitled: “I pass away this life of mine…”)