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Such is Life
The vision of you in my dream last night, was haunting. I woke, only to remember the way we were, whilst in my lucid state.
I swear, you were lying right next to me as we spent what seems like days, together. The warmth of your breath trailing my flesh was phenomenal as we coiled upon one another.
Flesh upon flesh, forehead to forehead and breath to breath. Such a poignant moment that threaded us together. Sighs. It made me drift off again, just to see & feel you once again, on that plane.
The way our lives have unfolded, leaves me feeling a sense of dismay as I wonder how things became so fucked up, for you. I still can’t reconcile the chaos that underpins your erratic nature.
You would’ve frowned upon my self medicating addictive behaviors back then, but as the years progressed, you developed your own proclivity for self medicating.
I learnt other coping mechanisms to address the underlying issues that drove me to have a wild love affair with powders, once upon a time.
I can see the way you’ve aged, rapidly. Prison, and that kind of lifestyle, will do that to a man.
I never liked the woman that birthed your children as deep down, I know it was her that influenced your drug addiction. I know you love your children, but your love for self medicating, is far greater.
If only we had met, before you met her, life may not have fucked you, so brutally. From a rising star, to the most hounded man that I know.
If only people would go about their own lives, instead of worrying about yours. Maybe then, you’d be able to find some inner peace, and start to heal your fractured heart & soul.
Sobriety, isn’t really that bad but such is life as we each navigate our way through the ebbs & flows of our own lives, with polar opposite coping mechanisms for this ever enduring thing we call, life.
I miss the man you were, and could’ve been but I love the man you are, and are yet to become but such is life as our paths haven’t been destined to merge.
Whether you know it or not, you are a warrior.
I swear, you were lying right next to me as we spent what seems like days, together. The warmth of your breath trailing my flesh was phenomenal as we coiled upon one another.
Flesh upon flesh, forehead to forehead and breath to breath. Such a poignant moment that threaded us together. Sighs. It made me drift off again, just to see & feel you once again, on that plane.
The way our lives have unfolded, leaves me feeling a sense of dismay as I wonder how things became so fucked up, for you. I still can’t reconcile the chaos that underpins your erratic nature.
You would’ve frowned upon my self medicating addictive behaviors back then, but as the years progressed, you developed your own proclivity for self medicating.
I learnt other coping mechanisms to address the underlying issues that drove me to have a wild love affair with powders, once upon a time.
I can see the way you’ve aged, rapidly. Prison, and that kind of lifestyle, will do that to a man.
I never liked the woman that birthed your children as deep down, I know it was her that influenced your drug addiction. I know you love your children, but your love for self medicating, is far greater.
If only we had met, before you met her, life may not have fucked you, so brutally. From a rising star, to the most hounded man that I know.
If only people would go about their own lives, instead of worrying about yours. Maybe then, you’d be able to find some inner peace, and start to heal your fractured heart & soul.
Sobriety, isn’t really that bad but such is life as we each navigate our way through the ebbs & flows of our own lives, with polar opposite coping mechanisms for this ever enduring thing we call, life.
I miss the man you were, and could’ve been but I love the man you are, and are yet to become but such is life as our paths haven’t been destined to merge.
Whether you know it or not, you are a warrior.
Published 21st Jul 2018
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Anonymous
21st Jul 2018 7:41pm
To whom this is dedicated, I hope He understands how he is engraved on your heart.
Exceptionally written
Exceptionally written
21st Jul 2018 9:34pm
It's a troubling but eloquent write, but it ends on an inspirational note. Self-medicating but not lost. You have a vision that he lacks. Such is life and sobriety, rigorous as it may be. Let's hope that warrior rises to the occasion. Love this!
22nd Jul 2018 3:49am
This is sad in a beautiful way. I always enjoy the candor of your writes.
I love that song.
Somehow, this reminds me of something I wrote, many years ago.
"I search for her, in dreams, wandering streets without signs, walking corridors of locked doors, she is somewhere, within, I hear her voice, loving another man, cherishing his touch. She is gone. I wake, but am still in the room where she is gone."
This was touching.
Daniel
I love that song.
Somehow, this reminds me of something I wrote, many years ago.
"I search for her, in dreams, wandering streets without signs, walking corridors of locked doors, she is somewhere, within, I hear her voice, loving another man, cherishing his touch. She is gone. I wake, but am still in the room where she is gone."
This was touching.
Daniel
22nd Jul 2018 7:54am
The pains of loving an addict and frequent jailbird. (Could also be thoughts of a woman who has a penfriend relationship with a prisoner.)
You can't blame her. It sounds like it was his decision to take those 'medications'. However, trying to escape life instead of dealing with it can influence & lead us astray in regards to what we do & eventually end up being. C'est la vie.
