Post by TFP on Apr 30, 2008 21:40:31 GMT -4
Sitting in the room, he rocks back and forth, clawing at his biceps with his uncut fingernails. Scabs and scars have already been formed in his arms from the long and struggling fight he has had in rehab already, and he's just picking them off more. Infection may set in someday, something severe like a staph infection. Resting his forehead on his knees, he grinds his teeth and tries his best to be clean this time.
"I must obey the rules, I must be tame and cool."
Raising his head, he looks outside the window but quickly diverts his attention to the ground, counting the tiles on the floor. Keeping himself calm, he stops rocking back and forth. He pushes himself down on the floor and sits, tapping his fingers at a rapid pace.
"No staring at the clouds, I must stay on the ground."
A doctor walks past his room with a few people that are also battling addiction of whatever they are in here for - whether it's alcohol or some other kind of substance abuse. He knows he's not the only one who's in here, there are so many others struggling just like he is - if not more, if not worse. His case sucks, it's hard to overcome, but there are more people who are trying harder and harder - trying to, not just saying it.
"In clusters of the mice, the smoke is in our eyes."
Up to his feet, he stands on his bed and rests his forehead against the wall. He thinks hard, wishing that he never got to this point in his life where he's battling something he never imagined he would. He made a lot of mistakes in his life, this being one of them. Using drugs lead him to making a lot more mistakes than he ever imagined. He may a lot of enemies, a lot of bad decisions... he can't take them back, but he can ask for forgiveness. There is one problem and that is getting that forgiveness. It's a sad thing when you can get heroin more than forgiveness. Goes to show that not everything free is easy to have.
"Like babies on display, like angels in a cage."
Getting on his knees, he leans back and extends his arms out, as if he is giving himself up to God.
"I must be pure and true. I must contain my views."
Turning his head to the left, he stares out the window at the full moon that is set over the sea, glowing and shining off of the darkest of colors. It flows into his room, painting his face a pale blue with specs of white. He feels blessed. Chosen, even. A lot of beautiful things come his way, more than he would even like. Life. Intelligence. Choices. Roads. All of which he took for granted in one fell swoop and nobody is to blame other than himself. If he had a time machine, he would go back to the day he made this stupid decision. It was almost one and a half years ago and the one second decision could have been avoided. So instead of skipping that one second turn-down, he's paying a lifetime of a repercussions.
"There must be something else, there must be something good..."
Laying himself down, he puts his hands behind his head, looking up at the dark-blue ceiling, courtesy of the moon and the sea.
"Far away. Far away from here..."
"I must obey the rules, I must be tame and cool."
Raising his head, he looks outside the window but quickly diverts his attention to the ground, counting the tiles on the floor. Keeping himself calm, he stops rocking back and forth. He pushes himself down on the floor and sits, tapping his fingers at a rapid pace.
"No staring at the clouds, I must stay on the ground."
A doctor walks past his room with a few people that are also battling addiction of whatever they are in here for - whether it's alcohol or some other kind of substance abuse. He knows he's not the only one who's in here, there are so many others struggling just like he is - if not more, if not worse. His case sucks, it's hard to overcome, but there are more people who are trying harder and harder - trying to, not just saying it.
"In clusters of the mice, the smoke is in our eyes."
Up to his feet, he stands on his bed and rests his forehead against the wall. He thinks hard, wishing that he never got to this point in his life where he's battling something he never imagined he would. He made a lot of mistakes in his life, this being one of them. Using drugs lead him to making a lot more mistakes than he ever imagined. He may a lot of enemies, a lot of bad decisions... he can't take them back, but he can ask for forgiveness. There is one problem and that is getting that forgiveness. It's a sad thing when you can get heroin more than forgiveness. Goes to show that not everything free is easy to have.
"Like babies on display, like angels in a cage."
Getting on his knees, he leans back and extends his arms out, as if he is giving himself up to God.
"I must be pure and true. I must contain my views."
Turning his head to the left, he stares out the window at the full moon that is set over the sea, glowing and shining off of the darkest of colors. It flows into his room, painting his face a pale blue with specs of white. He feels blessed. Chosen, even. A lot of beautiful things come his way, more than he would even like. Life. Intelligence. Choices. Roads. All of which he took for granted in one fell swoop and nobody is to blame other than himself. If he had a time machine, he would go back to the day he made this stupid decision. It was almost one and a half years ago and the one second decision could have been avoided. So instead of skipping that one second turn-down, he's paying a lifetime of a repercussions.
"There must be something else, there must be something good..."
Laying himself down, he puts his hands behind his head, looking up at the dark-blue ceiling, courtesy of the moon and the sea.
"Far away. Far away from here..."