S.O.B.ER. _ Dear Craig: Past
- Mar 2, 2024
- 2 min read
S. Sanctuary
O. Observance
B. Beyond
E. Essential
R. Regrets
Dear Craig: Past
I was lost, for only you saw me: it was the passion that made your smile, a smile that never let the brightness shine past the dinner switch: a switch that brought me to my knees, hands and I became that animal (free to eat only when you feed me: freedom to choose you and the passion of making myself into a future of hate, a hat "I could and can only wear when you see the smile of your true self), am animal that could hide in plain sight: like a chameleon, a chameleon that wouldn't be: to change color by outer skin, yet to change what is the mind eye of the beholder, "as that was me, myself and I ;" something that could only be free if and only if I was able to be by letting you smile.
For, it's that smile, that I fear: falls every approved rape: rape that had lead me to kill…. For this license to kill, not at the fault of my own (yet, by the smile: a smile of a bullet that can only give me the keys too being lost. For I was a king and you the queen, for all know the true power, you hold over me, a power I no longer give freely; for I send you love, a love of true grace of being sober; for only in this life I have become the lowest and you the highest, no more: for it is true "you are only as strong as your weakest link, as for in that IAM the strength that you seek…. Something that you in yourself can see at a far: for into a future that is pay the bridge that you burned, for it is your return to learn how to swim, as it was me: my back that held you high/no more shell I).
As, I gain, what was lost, as only by what you give freely is something that you can keep: yet, that's the thing, you, as what you gave to me was never free: it cover with the blinding pain of regrets; regrets that happen to be the guiding essentials for me to be beyond help: from that that in the past, can now ( for now they moved on, as such that house that you built for me (through all the tires/blood/skills of death that I was observance by letting you be the car/boat / a vessel that was "HELL," not in the making or by wanting, but by wanting to have something I now am: happiness by what was from your smile that helped me to see sanctuary only by racing to the Future: yet, I AM here now.
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