by January 21, 2024 0 comments

When the alcohol is firing
my synapses and sugar
is coursing through my veins,
I feel like I can do anything.
I can be whoever I want.
The world is full of possibilities.
Shining like the brightest star.
Then it fades. Like everything.

And I’m just me.
With my irritable bowel.
Discriminating stomach.
Scattered thoughts.
Lines etched down sun-kissed cheeks.
Standing on the sidelines,
watching people sail away
on my ship of dreams.

– Angela di Gualco

editors note:

Me is me, shined or faded, seeing all from center. – mh clay

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