Downfall

Woe are we Who loose are will, Who decide no longer to fight, And woe are those Who are around us When we fall, Today one who would not drink Cracked a bottle, I've lost the fight, A glass of bourbon Hopefully it will help me sleep, I use to be afraid of alcoholism Today I said who cares The stress is killing me anyway, I have hit bottom And the floor just cracked! Welcome to the downfall

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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