Burning the candle at both ends doesn’t just shorten the candle’s life, it mutates the candle slowly into something grotesque; the more so because it’s still the same wax that once was so young and beautiful.
Extracts from recovery journal covering the period between spring and summer, the first year of detox. May or may not be interesting to other human beings.
Extracts from the first weeks of a detox journal kept throughout the summer of 2016.
Ditty poem written in September 2001, found again recently and given an appropriately obscure title. What do you think?