was this a loaded prompt or what?
oh, wait i guess loaded is kind of a play on words, it was an accident, i swear.
next month i will have had eighteen months since i last had a drink, in some ways it seem like forever ago, and in others no time at all.
for roughly thirteen years, and nearly every night, i tried to get myself from zero to oblivion as fast as i possibly could. yeah, it wasn't nearly all bad, i had many adventures, and had a lot of fun, but those bad times, well they more than made up for them.


in some ways i no longer fear the possibility or hell because i had made one here, in my life, that was far worse than anything i've ever read or heard on the concept. for me, and i know that i historically have shied away for this topic, that whatever it is that is out there, god, higher power, etc - it/he/she/it/they, are a connection to something more, more than just me running around bouncing of off random shit. that connection, for me, could be called love, pure love, and that hell is not having a connection to that, the absence of god or love or whatever - and that it wasn't ever a case of, like i used to say, that "whatever it is" not believing in me or that yelling at god was like yelling at a shadow, but that i was afraid to let go and trust after a lifetime of chaos and fear and, and well you get the idea.
the last image in this post was a drawing i did for a t-shirt, i had thought that i was being clever... i really was just being stupid and perhaps a little prophetic.
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