Write a story or poem that contains these three words
I’m sorry I’ve been away.
I wish I had something to say.
But I always want to be profound just for the hell of it.
The art of the self should be enough for us, you know?
Keep the critic quiet, she’s been at the wheel for long enough, let her go.
And just make a wish for yourself that you can stop being a user of that drug called doubt.
When it stops you from feeling, it’s time to get to get it out...
The Last Time
It wasn’t a profound moment when I finally put down the needle. I put it down because I was finished shooting that ears ringing, head rushing, monster of cocaine into my veins. But that was the last time I got high. I never had a self-righteous, God speaking to me, I can’t handle this anymore type of ending to my drug use. I got high that last time, and I never got high again.
Granted, I was give...