Dear Power Greater than Myself,
It didn't work today.
I couldn't keep the memories at bay. The river overflowed its banks.
Even my dreams fill up with splashes and swathes of Mama every night.
And all around me this thing called life continues with its sham friends and true pain and dirty gutters with rats running wild...
And me scurrying between ceilings of apathy and boredom and insane laughter.
Hoping to climb over these miserable miscreants that pile up at the mouth of hope...and lightness...
It didn't work today.
I went back to Adia, Maverick Sabre and Paolo Nutini - those unfaithful lovers who watch from the corners and dark shadows and beckon with familiarity.
I went back to moments too stark to mention here and people that no longer are.
It didn't work today.
But Harley kept me company.
Where were you?
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