How Do People Choose Their

I Thought About The Days I Had Handed Over To A Bottle..the Nights I Can't Remember..the Mornings I Slept Thru..all The Time Spent Running From Myself.

What You Have Done To This Point Cannot Be Undone. What You Do Next... It Is Still Unwritten.

But You Grab A Moment, Or You Let It Pass.

When Death Takes Your Mother, It Steals That Word Forever.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.