How is relapse built?  Sleepless fuckin nights.  The mind won't shut off, and worn down it becomes susceptible much like the body to a cold.  A quick impulse, craving, don't forget the em dash, the sensations of a memory seep in, and what is merely familiar becomes romantic.  The kind of romance that'll eat love, if they are apart too long.  A cigarette. They say read the big book, it'll put you right to sleep.  You know how I feel about reading.  You want to eat mechanically; you've dried out all the food groups, sugar even

i get a high from every single post I make

this is not a wasteland

i love you

this is a wilderness