I replaced alcohol with this beautiful girl.
I replaced my complacence with a quieter nod.
I replaced frigidness with kisses to my dog.
I replaced my temper with sweating and soreness.
I even replaced swerving sarcasm with transparent, embarrassing, and absolute truthfulness. (But that's not always).
My contact list is at its bare minimum. I tripped for a little bit until I realized I had no reason or urge to trip at all. I'm so calm and it's fucking lit. It's candle fucking lit.
Everyone I know seem to all be smiling about something. I've been smiling back, I just haven't shown it yet.
In between reality and delusion, there's this one thing always looking at me, and it's the one thing I'm always looking back at. Small hands, soft eyes, and a propensity to be both breathless and at peace.
This, right now, is my favorite kind of hunger. It'll eat me alive eventually, but I'd still rather be eaten by this than the nothingness that I usually let swallow me.
