TheHeartDecays

I know a relapse is coming when it's cloudy outside. When it looks like it's about to rain on my parade, I know that when I walk home from school, Mama and her booze will be hand-in-hand. And yet in spite of all of the arguing, all of the name-calling, and all of the bruises that we pass around, I can still find time and I can still find passion and hunger to write. Even now, sitting here in class, worries encircle my mind like a hungry lion. Is my house burning down right now because of a forgotten cigarette? Every siren leaves me breathless. Is my dog outside wandering around aimlessly because of a front door carelessly left open? Every str