Tonight 2AM Club pours through my laptop speakers, the police sirens blaring, the city lights so vivid in the sky of my mind that I almost forget my reality.
Here I sit, a rented out suburban home nearby an institution that veered me off the tracks and all that runs though my mind are the voices, so haunting as they remind me that I am nowhere I need to be.
Yet I return, to the same old faces that represents the threshold of comfort that I must distance myself from.
Those city lights dance away further from my line of sight, but I promise, one day that will be my world.
For now, here’s to the black liquor.