Slow-motion shifts in time.

Peaceful and blissful moments of detachment.

I am fluid, floating in the warmth of booze in my belly

Smashed.

I am falling, forgetting.

The choppy waves are rocking me unconscious.

Waves threatening to engulf me bottle, cork, glass, and all.

The days and nights cycle.

I am adrift and longing.

Painful realizations and self-loathing.

Acceptance of what is, I am fluid.

Surrender.

Forgiveness.

Grace.