If only it was easy to put away our addictions and live our lives, embrace what we have today and stop our worries for tomorrow. But more often we choke, and we poison ourselves in a bid to escape our own minds which has turned against us and seem to wage some kind of godforsaken war where no one emerges unscathed.
If I didn't have to live tomorrow I would be so much braver. I could promise you that much, at least, if you would only give me oblivion.
You know I would do anything for you and yet you ask me to relinquish my battle plan, to give away my secrets as if they were worth nothing at all when it means so very much to me.
What would you do but watch me as the cancer spreads from my heart to my kidneys to my liver to my lungs. Would you but watch me in such agony without relief, without even gentle words to soothe the wounds.