News Flash (4 of )6

With a string of bad luck so it would seem I have completed a new chapter in self-survival. Move on, move forward, don’t look back, don’t hesitate, march, head high, chest out, by my side, alone at last, with love all around, re-enter and re-emerge a new vessel a new being of which I haven’t seen since you told me you loved me. Kiss me one more time and I will wear your lips on my soul for days and days to elapse without promise of sobriety I have a higher chance of relapse when the drug is your love and the vice is my virtue. I dry out this vein with a tapped water main and watch as you enter a place once condemned.