while the clouds drift down from the mountain-tops, and the sunlight drips though the leaves, while the children murmur--sound asleep; the fathers cry and the mothers scream. i pray that one day the tides will shift, and this long black cloud will begin to lift.
today is three weeks clean. this is the longest ever since i started. but i feel like my body is craving it. relapse has been the only thing on my mind for the past two days. and i feel like when i eventually give in, it's going to be worse than ever before.