Late Nights, Drunken Thoughts 

Confinement in my house glues me to a lazy boy chair, drinking my thoughts of questioning to a morning awakening of headaches. Putting my mind in neutral as my body entices itself in cleaning away memories expired beyond taste, smelling of dust with life taken away. I’m slowly gaining a piece of myself removing memories of a hurtful goodbye, adding character within each touch I practice. The sun continues to shine so shall I, embarking on a journey of understanding one day at a time. Moving on my accord, setting my own pace, living my life that’s already written for me.

– C.A Thomas 

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