Drunk is a dream. Drunk dreams are drunk. Dream is a drink. Drank is a drunk.
"It's only a dream," my Mother used to say to me, this child.
But drunk is not a dream.
Never, ever again.
There is no running to catch up to, to where I should have been by now.
I yam what I yam is Jesus and Popeye and sweet potatoes.
Sobriety can erode.
Proceed with caution. Keep an even keel.
Glide forward.
No more annihilation of feelings.
Alcohol kills me.
Sobriety heals.
The dream was drunk, but I am sober.
This even keel.
"It's only a dream," my Mother used to say to me, this child.
But drunk is not a dream.
Never, ever again.
There is no running to catch up to, to where I should have been by now.
I yam what I yam is Jesus and Popeye and sweet potatoes.
Sobriety can erode.
Proceed with caution. Keep an even keel.
Glide forward.
No more annihilation of feelings.
Alcohol kills me.
Sobriety heals.
The dream was drunk, but I am sober.
This even keel.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 84)
and your brain cells are regenerating:)
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