Why do I cling to a fallen hero? Every time the hero rings a heroine gets her pedestal. I’m your heroin heroine. I cannot deny that I love the pedestals that I fear. But I am the almost that should never be again. I loathe my cravings for the nothing that believes it is something enough to live. Words give the illusion of action. I sit in withdrawal for the inaction that breeds longing. I listen to flakes by my window everyday. Flakes evaporate and become one with the air that you breathe. My soul listens for relief. My weakness is humanity-I need you and you need heroin heroinism. Nothing can last forever, Nothing can last forever. Nothing will live until I decide it should die. I am afraid to mourn and live again
Bill~ Thank you for sharing. Though my allsuion to heroin was figurative, I appreciate the support. Do no worry about tears, this was former romantic frustration from over a year ago. I have grown much since then. I commmend you for the courage to fight heroin and alcohol out of your life. Take care and keep in touch!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on May 17, 2004
Xian, you write with a pen dripping tears. I do understnd how one feels under the control of heroin after the thrill is gone. As an alcoholic, I didn't start to live until I finally stopped drinking. Now I am on the tailend of a wrecked life, and can only try to salvage a little of what my life should have been. Good luck and God bless you. Miracles do happen, but we have to believe in them.
Bill Murray
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