Some stuff I wrote in like 10 minutes listening to some random emo album because im almost 20 but still have the emotional inteligence of a 6th grader
The air feels warm, almost too warm. Warm enough to remind me of the air I left my parents in. The air I walked so many times before, the smell of rain not yet to come filling my nose. Storms in the future. When will the sun feel right again.
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Look at that bottle of moonshine, ponder it. “Apple Pie Moonshine” states the top of the bottle which closely resembles a mason jar. Its small, maybe a shot or 2 at most. Its size enough of a portion to make you feel okay after a couple hours before you fall asleep. Enough to make you forget.
“Ole Smoky” is the name of it. Not that it would matter to you, your not looking to enjoy and find a new brand of something to proclaim about. You want to not feel, to make you forget.
You don’t care that it was bottled at Ole Smokey Distillery in Gatlinburg, Tennesse. You don’t care about the Surgeon Generals warnings about pregnancy or driving. You don’t care about the flavors added.
You want to forget. So you open it up, the seal pre opened from the countless nights you spent staring at it hoping you would never stoop so low as to drink. But again, what do you have to lose. Hopefully, enough to forget.
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Let me show you betrayal. Picture this, your life isn’t so great right. Parents divorced, you’ve been beat and beaten again by everyone. You wake up everyday though, you may not want to but by the end of the day you do. You go to school, you have a job. Everything is going well.
Then one day you wake up, and your brain is completely rewired. The synapses go haywire and now your along for the ride. This progress you made was for nothing. You runaway for the next 3 years, and every dream you ever had cant happen anymore. Your brain, no your bloodline has cursed you to this life. Either conform and change your very being or die young being yourself. Choose wisely because you don’t have time, everyday your brain rots.
Less and less of it exists each day, but take these meds they help regenerate it. But they also stop you from you. From authenticity. Jesus fucking christ let me tell you about betrayal.
