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.