A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
I had a few glasses of wine last night. acted tipsy like usual, no major difference. over poured a drink because I forgot. I was trying to feel something, but by the end of it I only felt my never ending dauntless thoughts.
The thoughts of 'oh no I should have not said that.' 'That was the most disgusting thing that came out of my mouth.' 'When the heck do I shut up?' 'Why do I portray myself as this evil character?'
I can see this thought portrayed in front of a mirror. The tears slowly coming to eat my eyes away.
Alcohol just numbs me. I remembered it. I remembered it all.
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