Saturday, September 10, 2005

escapism

Sometimes, there are feelings you try to hide. Sometimes there are truths you want to run away from.

Alcohol makes you drunk. Yet, ironically, you are most sober when you are drunk. Your innermost feelings surface and it makes you terribly miserable. You are now faced with the things you have been running away from. You are at a point where you can't run. Your feet jellied. You broke down and tears just poured quietly.

One more soul to lock inside your heart. Secrets buried. Forever.

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