Intoxicated.
When I pause.
And step back, the poison reveals itself...
To be exactly what it was.
In the haze, I embrace it... and in moments after, I wonder.
How I could have consumed it knowing what would come next.
In my youth, it felt like an elixir.
As I enter this next stage of life, it is a deterrent.
To the man I choose to be.
There is always a choice to be made.
I choose freedom.
I choose peace.
I choose pain.
I choose grief.
And on the other side of it all, I choose love.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah.
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