I carry it with me everywhere I go. I take it with me in little vials that are vacuum sealed. Sometimes they break open by accident and leak out into my pockets, slowly seeping into the pores of my skin and intoxicating me one thought at a time.

Sometimes I give in to the cravings and reach out for it with my sweaty palms, cracking open the tiny vials in swift sharp moves like an addict preparing for a fix. I jab it into my veins and close my eyes as the temporary but full-blown bliss fills out my insides. Then slowly and eventually blows up my mind. This is not good for me, it couldn't ever be. But this is one rehab I don't see myself going to...

The unwritten rules that we're tempted to break, the unstrewn words that we strive to gather, the undrawn lines we try to not cross, the unrisen passion we try to restrain, the unfinished lives we put to bed...

I carry it all with me wherever I go.