So I sat down and did a little stream of consciousness and this is what I came with…  Am i still sick?  Well I’ll let you be the judge of that.

Those trips

Those dips

The smoke

The toke

I miss your prick

I miss your nod

Feeling like God

And I miss you …

Years since I’ve been away

No longer shall we be astray

To return to those loving days

When I lived in your murky glaze

The haze shall return

As I’m feeling burned

Because I miss the smell

Of that spoon you churned

That distinct taste

When through my arms you raced

Into my head

As those fears I shed

My life was in its place

Everything was in its right place…

Did you relapse yet?  Don’t know if this is appropriate to post here but I figured I would give it a shot.  This is from the mind of a recovering addict with a few years under the belt.  Just another reason why they tell you to keep coming back!

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