Their Addiction – My Journey, “Painful Truth”

Today, I admit my loss, and it's not you, it is me. My identify is gone, and my will to live is slowly dwindling to nothing. I moved from the joy of living to hate of breathing.

Poetry- Resolved In Fire

Conversations cease

In quiet ravines

And distance closes gaps.

I am Pluto.

You the sun.

To address how far we've run.