Up Til Now
Life is fractions of a whole, reduced to flashes, short glimpses of the past. Memories are nothing more than photographs from a faulty camera obscura. Colorless photos, complied into a childrens flip book. Quick bursts of images that happened, might have happened, and never actually happened. Up til now dreams have been wasted, lives ruined. Smoking, drinking, snorting, fucking my way through a wild and twisted adolescent life. Memories now fade to black. Dark, painful remembrances of what once was, but will never be again. I can no longer comprehend what is real. I can no longer understand what I feel. Now memories come seldom, the girls come seldom, the writing comes seldom, but the drinks always come
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