“I let it fly. It died when it returned to rest on my shoulder. Lost a bit of morality being this bees keeper. Because I still had it’s honey on my lips. I spoke in whispers but tightened my cold clamy fists. And aided in killing the dreams. Cutting silver cords and letting them drift. Sway away to return to their love thirsted docks. Far & Away. David on July 22nd 2017. Signature.”- David Izaguirre Jr.
They said “Never, Dave. Never”. I don’t think I was the same ever again after. It sparked an entire upheaval from within. It wasn’t just a change of moving furniture around, or a new color paint on the walls, but an immediate evacuation of the soul within body. I was now looking for a new place to inhabit. Under a rock, in a cave somewhere high in a mountain with no human interaction. I had to kill the one person I loved more than anything in that small window of bright sunlight. I had to kill myself.
I am living defeated. I don’t bother with waking up for the day. I remain in a dream. It’s my escape from a life I have a difficult time trying to change.
This piece was submitted for the Addiction and Recovery art contest. It is inspired by those who have fought their personal battles with substance abuse.