The Starving Bibliophile

Books before food (and any sort of comfortable life).

One, Two, Three

One, two, three.

One cut, one chance, and one moment: one cut is all it takes to feel a rush, one chance is all you have to take, one moment is all the time you have.

Two cuts, two secrets, and two drops: two cuts can make you breathless, two secrets can make you ashamed, two drops can make you feel guilty.

Three cuts, three inches, and three regrets: three cuts will make you want more, three inches will cover that habit, three regrets will make you shameless.

One, two, three.

It only takes one cut to form a bad safety. It only takes two cuts to form a reckless bond. It only takes three cuts to form an unwanted alliance.

Once those three things are formed, it’s hard to look back. It’s like a drug, a hardcore addiction that will make you feel alive and down on earth.

Soon enough though, it will spiral out of control – leave you passed out in a red soaked tub. You will cry, scream, and lament at everything you can.

One, two, three.

You can’t stop. You will never be able to stop. You will start going deeper and deeper until you cry out in fear. You may die right there, right then.

No one can help. They want to, but they can’t. Only you can help yourself now. Deep down, you know they’re cause of your habit anyways. You give up on them.

Then that one person comes back – you don’t even know if they want to help you. They did this to you. They fucked up your life. But they also gave something back to you.

One, two, three.

Thank them for giving you the courage to stop a bad habit they caused.

Thank them for giving you the wisdom to know when enough is enough.

Thank them for giving you the passion to be able to still love them with all your heart.

Thank you. I mean it.


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This entry was posted on June 21, 2010 by in By Me, Life, Stories.
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