Raising my head “ you ....you’re a funny mother fucker you know that” as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, he was drunk as I was moving independent of me... looking at him and he was trying to stay up “ you should know better the dead burry the dead” he replied in his slurs, he was pointing at me he was taking a sip of whisky I looked at my hand but my glass was empty, I laughed , we both looked to the side as we heard a thud on the ground my Shadow fell over drunk, we laughed lightly “ you could never hold your liquor” , as I helped him up , he didn’t say anything.. “ come on out now .. all of you I flopped on the seat barely sitting up right on the closed toilet seat, out the shadows they came . My others i call them... my fear , bravery wisdom stupidity, confusion, all of that which made me “ what do you want?” frustration said, stepping closer to me fear whispered “it’s dark in here” he looked like me just timid, I smiled him at rubbed my finger together and to spark the holy flame...“ better” fear “ what if you burn the house down?” “oh shut up you must of called us here for a reason .. speak” thats my wisdom
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