day3 detox

Inhaling deeply on a rollie in the chill winter morning I'm falling in love again, I must be getting better, slept well last night, in fact the only violent dream I had was a fight club style mutually agreed event in a pub toilet, which I won with an headlock and sheer determination. Now as I watch the sky burning a subdued hue of amber with an ethereal glow I feel I'm reconnecting with my true destiny. As the gloorious dawn of a new day approaches I feel this to be significant to my healing, maybe that's just the valium and zopiclone. But just maybe its destiny.