Under the dark gray sky we feel the frigid moments of our shame and guilt that will remain in the next sunny day. Booze will make the plans for your life not you. We were blinded by the bright lights and the glitter not to see the dangers within. In time turning to dark gray as the cold wind blows. Back to the party then the happiness returns? Out of the glitter then the tears and the rain. We sit in places with the same depressed feeling as a rainy day and never in a cheerful mood. Crying on the inside we sit in the misty rain looking into the distance that is dark and haunted sitting in a cemetery next to a marker with the word death on an epitaph. Why did we choose this marker? When we live a depressed life we cry in depressed areas. Feeling shame and wanting to hide we sit in an alley. Living sober we walk the land and sit in the sun and think of a moral life. Cold and wet and no dry clothes to be found. At this moment booze will not be a comfort to you. You have run out of choices being home and sober is the only one that will save you now. Find a quiet place to swim in your hardship and read books to comfort your stressful life spending time in a library. The rain storm will pass then the sun. With addictions the storm never ends and never leave the cold rain. You will arrive in one of these places after every binge you have. We tossed aside all forms of struggle in life booze being our choice and thought the party life was going to be an easy ride. It was at first but not now. Sitting by the window calmly watching the rough waters on the sea is easier than trying to swim the dangerous current. Easier to stay sober than to fight an addiction.
Be sober and drink coffee watching the rain fall from the sky and not from your eyes.
see ya’ next time
