words in the fog

substances.

Substances.
the root of who i am.
Also a political debate.
Though i'm a soft person
I don't go the full length with the 'hard stuff'
I do just enough to make me want to live.
Just enough to keep me hanging by a thread.
wanting more.
Everyone seems to always be telling me to live now.
But why?
The end is unavoidable. We all go out some time.
But no one knows when that time is.
It's time i start living for myself.
But i'll only do the green.
In all honesty it's the only thing holding me here.
It's the only thing i have.
substances.
The root of my existence.
Substances.
A love story for the broken hearted outsiders looking in.