Loading...

Thoughts of a recovering alcholic

I wake up everyday and say to myself ...life don’t hold back any punches ... I am mike Tyson and you ain’t buster Douglas ... I walk to the mirror and smile at my depression... Using happiness as a aggression ... Utopia is my new residence... Tired of crying tears like waves of a ocean... Fed up with not understanding life... I’m the Einstein of comedy so everything I find ironic ... Is my humor the dr jerkyl  to my Hyde of pain... Why am I blessed with a brain but lack the intelligence to use it... The yearning for love but the thirst for lust.. I hate heartache but don’t hesitate to create it for others . Despise procrastination but have wasted my life waiting on happiness instead of striving for it.

Liked or faved by...
Other works by Filiberto Castillo...



Top