"An Alcoholic Is."

Evening Meditation:

The now near empty bottle of vodka did not merely evaporate. The blackout drinker who had become my life consumed more alcohol than time itself could ever remember.

The full ashtray told me that I had smoked cigarettes all night long. The empty life had finally stopped talking to me. The empty me had finally stopped listening.

Nothing, then less than nothing.

"Nothing happens unless first we dream."

Carl Sandburg

Question for Today:

Which seeds, when lost, may still bear fruit?

from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 8)