Days I Haven't Died

I signed the dismissal for my petition for modification of my daughter's custody today. I wrote a poem today about something like winter, appearing first as pretty fallen stars and leaving you with nothing but cold, loneliness, and hopelessness. You can read that  here. I know on the page of contents I wrote that I'd at least do my best, or promised, to post everyday, and I'm sorry, because I've failed you. Maybe that can be taken as a subliminal, because I don't always keep my word. I don't always hold my promises. Even if I do keep my word, sometimes, you'll find I've found the whole and hole in my words to leave you disappointed nonetheless. I'm trying to fix that, but how long have I been trying? It feels like eternity sometimes. I wondered why my sweat still smelled like drugs, why my feet still smelled like rot, why I was still paranoid about things that happened yesterday. It had been months since my last bout of any drug, I...