Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Oz


Taylor's bottle of OZ

I loved my drink it was almost as if
The relationship in my mind was balanced and we became inseparable. Happy was understatement, the feeling had me on a mental vacation in which I escaped often. Smiling, and glowing,
Was the heaven that I felt physically on my skin, spirit and body was floating on air until it rained and I woke from my delusional world of wonderland in witch I was the male version of Alice or Dorothy stuck in my bottle of OZ. Because I didn't want to live in my reality of
Unhappy, broken consistence, and my sorrow of sadness that was thee inside of my act thee charter I marketed and presented to many I played. I was the fool my problem was me, and my spouse thee addiction who I allow to take the sound away from my happy that disease my peace I got some help
In steps of being free from wonderland and Oz in which I called my drink.

Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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