Drunk dreams, drunken dreams. What different worlds these are. Sober now, my drunk dreams are nearly always nightmares. When I was drunk and drinking and drowning in liquor, my dreams were oh-so different, because my life was different. My life was alcohol then. My life is sobriety, now. Living soberly, now. But the Sirens of Alcohol still call on me from a distant shore. If I stay connected, I will not fall apart. Connections with other alcoholics seems always to work. I am not a lab rat in a horrible experiment gone wrong.
Daily vigilance/Daily reprieve. Today, that is enough.
No comments:
Post a Comment