Drunk enough to believe anything

Drinking,

for the first time in a long time, 

 yet it couldn’t feel more familiar. 

Throwing back beer, shot, bottle, at a time.

 I had no preference, and it hardly mattered.

 so long as it went down quicker than my ghosts could surface. 

When I drank, I drank with such urgency that it would seem I found it imperative to my survival.

 It was. 

Intoxication made relieving the burden of the unsettled mind attainable, if only temporarily. . For a short time I could shallow out,  and make light of the misery and sorrow nested inside all compartments of my mind. 

Now I would have the capacity to drown out the sickness that had been long drowning me. 

But, I would lose this fight,  in the same way I had countless times.

Still, it is nice to dream.

Reviews

[Lost]

Captivating. So relatable. So melancholy. So beautifully you. I love the tragic hopelessness, the longing for an escape that will not come. Yet also the comfort & familiarity. It's like there is a dream of liberation, but a comfort in the pain, the resignation, the known territory that everything's still the same. Good. I like it here. Even as I hate. This is home. It's mine. I'm not going anywhere...

[Incendiary Grievances]

Some of your lines are so incredibly powerful, that make the entire piece worthwhile.

"I had no preference, and it hardly mattered.
so long as it went down quicker than my ghosts could surface."

I love that. It's heartbreaking in the most fantastic way.