ReflectionsEnter young, stumbling fool carrying flowers and a letter he reads aloud to his mother’s grave:Reflections
Dear Mother,
Your death has brought my father to a different light. One that shines through a bottle And paints brown waves of a short-lived salvation to the eyes of men alive only out of habit
Your death will be the end of him.
He tells me he does it to see you. That it’s at that pristine moment there’s no one else in the room.
You’re pressed up against his chest and the warmth of having you in his arms is the only thing capable of cal
Some Seek Compassion...a series of mistakes led me to this place though stolen away I’ll return from this hell with a few polaroids and stories to tellSome Seek Compassion...
a life found in bars and dirty nightclubs where another beer leads to love at first sight and sins are cloaked by the dead of night
They tell me:
“Tonight, forget what’s troubling your mind let the alcohol and the music intertwine”
They’re people I love and I know they mean well
“just try to relax and have a good time accept a few drinks from this good friend of mine” &nbs
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