Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

And this is a kiss like none before, a kiss that could overcome the dark of deep space night. It's a falling star, flame, ice. It's pure as water from a snow-fed mountain spring. This is what you dream a kiss to be. To have a kiss just like this each and every day! How satisfying life would be.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Too many people believe they can control their drug of choice. But the drug is almost always in control. If an addict truly wants help, it is available, but it is a rocky path. The monster always calls. Never give an addict money. Clothe them. Feed them. But enabling them is the quickest path to watching them fade away completely. This may seem harsh. But I've watched my own child relapse, after six years sober. I love her. Always. But I can't help her die.

Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.