At seventy I hope to kiss the same lips that graze mine now,
The ones that are as soft and gentle as feathers.

Gentle, loving, honest and raw, they feel every inch of me;
               My lips,
                 My cheeks,
                    The way I speak,
                         The...

Inhaling smoke like it's a savior
Exhaling it like, I'm letting go of all that destroying me.

Inhale.... Exhale...
Breathing in and out...
In goes the sin and out goes the misery.

Succumbing to the idea of numbness every once in awhile is so liberating.
Release.
It's a release.
Is it wrong?
Of course it is.
Is it me? 
Am I now this stereotype for finally letting myself be weak?

Doesn't matter now does it?
While the judgements from your...