purple sky above
as natalie croons, "don't talk"
i stare into space
columns of white smoke
join the wispy clouds on high
the full moon looks on
rock-bottom
At least when you hit rock-bottom you know there's nowhere to go but up. Thanks for the knock on the head--I knew I was going overboard but couldn't stop.
Thanks P. for that phone call. I needed that.
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