Cycle of Love

Photo on 2014-01-06 at 20.05

Words like granite crunched in his ears.

“This is shit.”

He rips pages from a notebook sitting on his lap.

“Fucking, shit.”

Wads them in his ink stained hands and tosses them into the garbage can fire burning in the middle of his living room.

A bottle.

A lonely bottle.

A lonely bottle sits alongside him glittering with fire on it’s cool brown body.

“Shit.” He says licking his cracked lips and moving the pen back over the notepad on his lap.

You quench my thirst like water to fire I fall damp…

He nods out. Eyes fallen heavy, so heavy they drag his head down to his gut causing him to jerk awake grabbing the bottle next to him, gurgling and snorting through chugs of his real true love. Whipping his face with the back of his sleeve he catches a glance of the notebook in his lap.

“This is shit.”

He rips pages from a notebook sitting on his lap.

“Fucking, shit.”

Wads them in his ink stained hands and tosses them into the garbage can fire burning in the middle of his living room.

A bottle.

A lonely bottle.

A lonely bottle sits alongside him glittering with fire on it’s cool brown body.

“Shit.” He says licking his cracked lips and moving the pen back over the notepad on his lap.

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