Relapse.

23 days, 19 hours, 52 minutes.

And it came back. You.

I was doing so good. But all it took was one nanosecond.

All the effort over these days were suddenly nothing.

I feel like a chain smoker having a long drag of his favorite brand.

Or like an alcoholic having scotch, neat.

Or a realist dreaming again.

The first few moments felt like flying

It’s in mid-flight that I realized that isn’t the skies I was flying to

It’s the ground. I wasn’t flying. I was falling.

#Non-Fiction

-S

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