Chemical Regret

(Vatchi):  Chemical regret. That’s what it boils down to. Add alcohol and everything changes. Take alcohol away and everything changes again. Some changes are reversible. Others are not. Chemical regret.

 

 

    I bring myself back to the present. I cannot cling to the past. Or onto the present, for that matter. Loving life is a lot like letting go.

    So this. This right here. I must finish this. I must be done with this.

    Passing through this. Through this moment. Letting go.

    The drink has not evaporated me. There is still this.

 

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 83)