Sustenance

Fill me up, learn to satisfy my every need and I'll learn to satisfy yours. I've learned life is too short to value death so much; life is too short to spend days and nights wishing it would end.

Fill me up, learn what nurtures my heart, and learn what nurtures my body. I need sensitivity as much as I need muddy satisfaction.

Feeling constantly half empty; never feeling full enough.

It's what I'm looking for, nothing more than sustenance, not food, not water, sustenance for the soul, for my own survival. Finally revisiting all those darker places I've so selflessly denied myself in the name of morals and personal ethics.

Nothing changed though, my beliefs remain the same, there just bent a little in a certain direction.

I'm still half dead, but that's one half less I was feeling s few weeks ago. At least the bottle doesn't call to me anymore. At least that and I'm glad I got it under control.

One more thing from the list, a couple hundred more to go.