drink again

I sip

And sip

Till i reach the bottom of this glass

Feeling good but it cant mask

How i feel

Not quite at the depths of depravity

But not defying gravity

No floating

Or gloating here

Just quiet tears and reflection

overcoming this depression that i find myself in

Cant stay down but wont go up

Just me and this cup

Terrible twosome

Mouth pressed firmly against its lips drinking deeply

Weeping

Doesnt wipe up spilled milk

But in a weird way it soothes me

Moves me to another place

Somewhere like space but theres less air here

No clear skies

Just clouds

And the loudness of my ideals

Tortured by my internal thoughts and revelations

The solution is not at the bottom of this drink

But tangible thoughts i think as the cup becomes half full

And eventually empty

It tempts me

To drink again