I inhale, I snort, I swallow all substances
Legal and illegal that liberate me from my
Paradoxes. I sniff chemicals to close the
Space between what I wanted to be and the
What-I-am. I surrendered in self-loathing to
The what-I-am. I must acknowledge this
White flag and raise a red one. Red marks
The path to recovery. My feet must find that
Path and walk it with all the help I can muster.
