Time To Stop Again...Forever!
Substance abuse...misuse...makes me so obtuse. Once again the stresses piled up and I turned into that old fiend for one day and one night. I became that rabid Rabbit who just can't quit - who hops into deadly trouble and nibbles away at the protective layer of the psyche like it was the last piece of cabbage in the world, like none of the other rabbits or honey bunnies matter anymore...got lost in the wayward warren, the lair of liars and Rabbit eaters. I became cannibal. I became time bomb. I became bottomless monstrous unfeeling fiend. I became ready to hack off my own tail and sell it as cotton on the black market of my ass. I think I'm back, but I am again so changed. Each time now it seems that I become a stranger and stronger thing - lifted higher than expectation and ready to plunge into courage without limits. I rescued myself from the jaws of the wolves this time, only to deliver myself onto the mercy of sheep. Mbaaaaaaaaa. Do as you will with me – what do I care…I am not dead again. Quickened - and wiser, I refuse to fall again. My sons now men not my only points of light - life itself beckons. How I answer the call now is up to me alone - and it's never been so clear.
