The problem, I say to myself as I drag the brush through my unruly hair
Is we think we have more time
But we don't
Not really
And the helpless feeling that washes over me
Makes me reach for that drink
Dark amber liquid gives off the best reflection as I stare into it
Where will I go from here?
How do I pull through the crumbling earth around me?
How does anyone?
The burning sensation that slides down my throat doesn't bring tears to my eyes this time
Because, unlike every other time, I have gotten used to it
To us
Separate but together
United in heartbreak and love
Both sides of a different story
Soon, I will need something stronger, and stronger, and stronger
That dark amber liquid just doesn't give me the same feeling anymore
But, I am tired and this is the end of my rope
It is hard to care about things that won't matter when you're 6 feet under or ashes blowing in the wind
But every day, we all try, try and try
Keep trucking through
Trying to find joy in joyless things, trying to find a point to all this
Dark amber liquid running through my veins
The fuel I need to walk to the sink and pour the rest down the drain
Swirling, swirling, swirling
As if it is asking me why I have turned on it, my old friend
Around, around, around
Until we all fall down
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