"He in his madness prays for storms
And dreams that storms will bring him peace"
-Lermontov
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
-T.S. Eliot
The trick to me is that I only have feelings when I'm drunk, but since I have such a terrible drinking problem, getting drunk is almost impossible for me. I have lost both hope and faith, and quite possibly my mind. If you can figure out a way for me to sleep for more than three hours, I'd love to hear it.
