If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will
and knock you back with something
sweet and strong
from the song Valentine by The Replacements

I am hooked on you. Stuck on your words. Staring at your face. You don't even know it. Or do you? It's not as bad as it once was. I'm getting better. Really I am. It's only in the late night I get my cravings, and they subside more and more. But there are times, little moments between prayer and redemption and forgivness for another overdose and sleep.

I am like this with friends too, so don't worry. You ever have that friend that you wanted to crawl inside of and wear like a second skin, a friend that lit you up on the inside like a snow globe at Christmas? I've had a few throughout my life, and they are grand things. Just talking to them sends me singing in my car on my way home, reminding me that I am not dead inside just because I'm easily scared by life.