Sometimes, I wish I could slip away from my body
Float away with the wind and the air
Or maybe go into the ocean and move with the waves

I have spent nights on my fence and by the window
Gazing into obscurity
Wishing to see an angel descend and have a talk with me

And sometimes,
I sit with liquor in one hand and cigarette in the other
Drinking and smoking, hoping it would make me forget
And the smoke from the cigarette would cloud my mind

The people who are around me all-day
Who makes it difficult to be me
Made me choose the nigh
Where I can be myself alone

I drink till I forget what emotions I have to express
Or what feelings hurt me the most
I just drink till I speak broken words
And not having to worry about anyone listening in

I drink till I pass out
And wake up the next day
With a horrifying headache
And I start the day again like
nothing happened the night before...

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.