Weekend Woes.

Scattered across the floor were bottles filled with nothing but convictions long broken. The shards of glass represented mostly, my spirit. As the thick, unforgiving smoke filled my lungs inch by inch, I ignored the predicament i was in, the only really surefire way I knew how. The taste of whiskey and her kiss seemed to be trapped on my lips, A harsh reminder of what we once shared.

January 15, 2005