Tearing into the addicton and the addicted.

[justin]

The mirror streching across a sketched sky.
Streaming stars and clouds fuming murky grey.

Blurring my vision, Shaking uncontrolibly.
The rocks and the water merging, a gateway.

The waves crashing crunching dissipating.

The addiction sitting in front of me, on a map book. Black bag, Crushed into Powdered Death.

Wavering thoughts. Yes? No. Yes? No. Yes? No!

Maybe? Could have would have... Didnt.

Using the drivers liscence to clean it up and put it back into the bag.

Discarded.

Looking at the lisence..Seeing the one you once were.

Silence..The clouds in the sky watching..
The stars streaming, they too are proud.

The mirror tearing into two people.
The one with the addiction
The one without.

The two percent out of 98.

The lost ones and the found ones.

[starburst]

thats really good justin....
i like it alot
it's says a lot about your struggle

and i am SOOOOO very proud of you!! *muah* & *big giant hugs*

[justin]

*hugs* thanks manda