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Feeling apart of.

Separated from. Someone expressed it as "always being worried about what I thought you think of me. Consumed by it."

But that bottle changed that. All of a sudden I was part of. Not only was I not worried about what you thought of me, I was pretty convinced you all liked me. Allot. Lol.

When a bottle does that. A judge, or mother or friend can't tell you to stop.

For me it was the floating place where the world can't touch me. Do what you want. For this little bit of time I was out of your reach.

And I always ran back there.
It still looks good...

The big book referred to a spiritual separation. And this fellowship welcomes you in, behinds the process. The steps and the work brings you closer to that relationship that will give you a real knowledge that you are a part.

You may even learn that you have a special place. The one my Rockstar had for me is one that this disease wants to Rob me of.

In my dreams. Through the perceived slights of others. Through stress.

Song

Thank you

Serving me is a no no; clean as whistle.

24 hours. One chunk of that Godly stuff

Oh. Sometimes I fall so fast.
When I hit that bottom grass you're all I have.

Oh. How do you know what I'm about to say. Am I that obvious?  Is it written on my face?

I hope it never goes away.

It's seems like if finally rest my head on something real. I like the way that feels.

Into someone

Restless, senseless...